I must confess, it was a very very strange feeling to fly over my house on Friday and know that my three (ok, four if you count the Baldy Boy, and I do) babies were all asleep below.
I felt like I was doing something terrible, like I was running away, escaping. I’m sure that feeling was somewhat compounded by the fact that the lead up to my little trip wasn’t exactly as smooth as I’d planned. The kids were already stressed with being sick, and then that whole wrecked back thing really upped the anti.
So maybe I really was escaping. I was running away from a week of hell, and from tired, out of wack children and a stressed husband. I was running away from a house that looked like a hovel and a pile of washing threatening to reach the ceiling. Yep… I was escaping.
Not that I didn’t deserve to escape. I definitely deserved it!
2009 was going to be my Year of Balance. It hasn’t quite turned out that way.
I’ve been feeling so blah of late, like I can’t quite put my finger on what is bugging me, but I know it’s something. Is it our total lack of routine? The fact that exercise gets put well past last on my list? The fact that I am always chasing my tail, always trying to catch up on the things I need to do? Or is just the crazy weather?
Whatever is causing the blahness one thing is clear, when I tally up all the me things I’ve done this year the list is woefully short. So, yes, I was pretty confident that escaping for one night with my best friend was perfectly reasonable, and that it wouldn’t kill anyone for me to do it.
I am paying for my escape now though, no doubt about that.
I have two girls who are arguing so much that Izzy declared tonight that she didn’t want to share a room with Zoe any more. Now if you know my girls you know that is a momentous statement for Miss Bizzy to make. I have a Small Boy who, upon seeing me walking to a room, shouts “Go way!” but who wakes crying for Mama in the middle of the night. Then there’s the whole back thing, and lets not mention the state of the house.
But hey… what’s a few dues to be paid when you’ve escaped with cake of day from room service at bedtime??
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You poor thing, hope they all settle back into a state of ‘normalacy’ soon.
The cake definitely sounds like it was worth the sacrifice!
Oh that is hard – but on the upside, the cake will remain with you forever, the local tiffs and dramas will pass by – as I hope the back pain does.
The only sollution is to do it more often!!!!!
Sure it was worth it. Trust your back is OK now
I hope they’ve stopped taking it out on you. Well done taking your trip though – I can but dream of something like that!!