If you’ve read my blog before then you’ll know how excited I am to have recently become an Auntie. You’ll also know that my brother and his wife (and therefore obviously my new nephew!) live in France so unfortunately meeting the newest member of my family wasn’t as simple as popping in with a casserole.
Just before my nephew was due to arrive I told Mr C that I’d like to go and visit my family in the New Year. It would mean he needed to take a couple of days off work to look after the boys but I think he liked the idea of getting them to himself for a while! However, as my trip approached he started to worry about looking after both of them on his own for 4 days. The scariest part being that E (who is now nearly 2) is going through a clingy stage and will only go to sleep if I put him to bed. There was a real possibility that none of them would get much sleep while I was away.
As the trip got closer I also started to feel a bit strange about leaving them. My 5 year old has slept over at his grandparents just a handful of times and my 2 year old has never been apart from me. But hey, I was desperate to meet my new nephew and I knew that whatever happened while I was in France, they would all survive without me!
France, Here I Come!
My adventure started out with a very early morning drive to the airport. I was in the car alone so I turned the music up LOUD. There were no nursery rhymes playing, I didn’t have to answer the usual million questions posed by my 5 year old – it was just me and the early breakfast show . I arrived at the airport grabbed my bag (oh yes, I had just one bag of hand luggage) and headed for security. It’s been 6 years since I’ve flown by myself and not had to deal with the hassle of carrying liquids/milk, folding pushchairs with one hand while holding a wriggly toddler and rude airport staff who could not care less that you’re struggling with young children. I breezed through security in no time (who incidentally were very friendly) and headed for a peaceful breakfast.
As I sat drinking my coffee I realised I had become that lady in the airport that I’ve been looking at enviously for the last 6 years. You know, the well groomed woman leafing through a magazine and casually browsing the shops. I read my book, drank coffee and waited to board – there was no one to entertain but myself. I’ll admit there were a few moments when I felt a little lost. Let’s face it I’m so used to looking after other people that just taking care of me was odd at times.
Anyone For Coffee?
During the flight I read and ordered a cappuccino. I didn’t particularly want another coffee but I was determined to enjoy it. If you’ve ever flown with young children then you’ll know that hot drinks are a no, no. Small spaces, hot drinks and grabby hands are a recipe for disaster. I arrived in France with my hair brushed, make up touched up and not feeling the least bit hassled. Amazing.
The next couple of days were spent catching up with my brother and sister in law and having many, many cuddles with my gorgeous nephew. It was quite strange getting up and having time to shower and get myself ready without being rugby tackled by a toddler or without having to pester my 5 year old to get dressed. I got to spend some quality time with my family and it was so nice to have them to myself! On the Saturday evening my brother and I stayed up until 4am chatting and drinking wine… I honestly don’t remember the last time we did that.
For those few days in France I felt like the old me again. Of course, I am still me at home but it’s a different version of me. I’m L and E’s Mum first and then I’m me second. For that short time I had a little bit of freedom and it felt really good. It made me realise how important it is to make time for myself. I’ve never really done that and honestly, I’ve never really felt the need to before.
When you have children people tell you to make time for yourself but for me, and I suspect many others, that simply doesn’t happen. Not while your children are very young anyway, there is far too much going on. This trip away was such a lovely little holiday and a definite reminder that time for me is important too.
Did You Miss Mummy?
However wonderful my trip was, I did miss my boys! Listening to their voices on the phone was so strange… Because I’m always with them I hardly ever talk to them on the phone and they sounded so different. Thankfully they had a lovely weekend all together. Everybody slept well and I came home to a clean house, happy boys and dinner being cooked. Maybe they could have missed me just a little bit! Mr C enjoyed spending so much time with the children and as a result E will now settle just as easily for him as he does for me. So after a successful weekend all round, I’m now wondering where I escape to next!