Monday 8th August 2016
I’m into my twenty-second week of maternity and I still look forward to the weekend like I did when I worked full-time.
I’ll not give you the spiel about motherhood being a full-time job and all that but after five days of just me and the baba, I can’t wait for the weekend to do family things. In other words – share the load.
I’ve already done a couple of KIT days at work and I fully intend to use all ten of them.
That one day in the week where I get to skip off to work where I don’t have to think about keeping a little human alive is delightful. Selfish I know but I love having a day to myself – to relish in the old me. Pure escapism. Gasp!
It’s been extremely healthy for my sanity.
Ella’s not a cuddly baby – yet when I get home from work and feed her, she falls asleep on me. Something she never does when we spend all day together. I’m not one for sitting still either and there’s so much to do when I get in from work. But all those jobs I’m eager to do and I normally can’t rest until they are done – I find myself leaving.
It feels like quality time.
Unlike today where it’s taken me the best part of it to write this blog post in-between feeding, changing and entertaining. Another round of bottle feeding looses its appeal when you do it day in, day out. But that one I do after work – I actually enjoy.
Anyway, I digress.
So – back to the weekend.
On Saturday we trooped over to the Newcastle Fiesta at the Town Moor. After nailing a military operation of a morning – consisting of the three of us getting up and ready, walking to the Coastline to snaffle a bacon sarnie (think hubby was hung over from watching the unsuccessful NUFC match the night before) and packing a car with baby paraphernalia, we managed to arrive half an hour early. High five us!
The gates didn’t open until 12 on the dot so a roadside wait it was while I jumped in the back seat to throw a bottle of milk (obvs not literally!) down a hungry baby.
The £2 car parking fee and £3 entry free each (Ella was free) I could live with. Granted, it wasn’t as big an event as I thought it was going to be. The banner advertised lots of fabulous hot air balloons (my childhood obsession!) – I got to see two. Some people didn’t get to see any. I was just thankful Ella isn’t arsed about rides yet as they were a rip off. Even with the money off vouchers they were still expensive.
Never mind, the sun was shining, we bumped into some friends and managed to over-stimulate Ella into a long nap. Hurrah!
Fast forward to Saturday night and we’re off to Davanti’s at Whitley Lodge for my niece’s second birthday. Great food and great atmosphere – the staff were so friendly and entertaining (and patient with all the small children we had in tow!) It was my turn to drink and I found myself slightly pissed at a two-year olds party #motheroftheyear
I felt the consequences the next day. Wine is the devil’s drink bah. I’ll never learn.
So now it’s Monday and I’m back to another week in baby land. At least I get to watch the Olympics.
Love Missuswolf xxx