OK I am just a little bit excited. Why? Because I’ve got the weekend off mummy duties and this means scheduling ‘me time’ into the diary which is most definitely needed. I think like most mum’s I seriously neglect myself and the whole of ‘me time’ realistically went out the window a long time ago. Most weekends prior to Roo being born were spent at the beauty salon having a treatment, and Daddy E and I would take long lunches or dinners out and lazy Sunday’s in our jammies drinking coffee.
Now, the closest I get to the beauty salon is Roo’s pretend salon when we do dress up games, the longest lunch I get is preparing Sunday dinner for everyone and the only time I get to stay in my jammies is when I’ve got everyone else ready in the house and forgotten about me.
Does any of this sound familiar to my readers?
Don’t get me wrong I do love being a mummy, honestly I do.
- I love the fact that when I try to have a shower and shave my arms and legs that often Roo will disturb me and put pay to the shower meaning I come out often with one hair armpit or one hairy leg. Never a good look in a summer dress.
- I think it’s fantastic that I get such a varied diet as a mum as I love being fed all the bits of vegetables that Roo doesn’t want in her dinner each day or bits of food she might have found on the floor from lunch which apparently are ‘yummy for mummy to eat’.
- It is refreshing to try and style my hair whilst my legs are being forcibly pulled out of the bedroom meaning that my hair ends up looking like it has also been dragged through a hedge backwards. Well, maybe this will resurrect the ‘bed head’ look!
These are all little quirks that as mum’s we have to negotiate and I bet each one of us has a story to tell about trying to get just five minutes to do something for you into your day and it going totally out the window.
So with my weekend off from officially mummy duty (thank you grandparents!) what am I doing? Well tomorrow I am going to watch the beautiful wedding of the daughter of one of my closes friends. There will be much blubbing and I will have to sip a lot of champagne to make up for the emotional day. It’s going to be a very special event and I am so pleased to be going along.
So that means a trip to the hairdressers to get a proper haircut (not one done with nail scissors and a dodgy mirror!) and some fancy styling done, a trip to the beauty salon for a manicure and pedicure and a facial (bliss). No cooking all weekend as we’ll have lovely nosh out and on Sunday I will indulge in a lie in till 9am, eat croissants in bed and snuggle into the duvet that usually contains small feet and bony elbows nudging me!
Whilst I know I will love every minute of my weekend off and my indulgent ‘me time’ – the best bit of all will be going to pick Roo up and cuddling her so tightly with her little arms squeezing me.
What are your plans for the weekend?