My husband left for the UK last night, business class to Heathrow, and he tells me that it is not fun at all, that it is a time of stress and work and that he will not sleep well, and that he would much rather remain home with the three of us.
Well here is a thought, lets swop, yes, really, because see after I cook, clean up after two kids and a dog, after I have bathed everyone, put on pajama's, handed out snacks, smacks and heaven only knows what else, just the time in mid air seems like a holiday. Four additional nights in a hotel where someone feeds you and cleans up after you, that sounds like an island holiday to me.
This morning I was literally up and down the stairs a hundred times all before the clock struck seven. One wants tea, one wants bread, the dog ate her bed, the milo was too cold, the tea too little. I was contemplating taking them to gym, but heaven only knows, it feels like I have been running the London Marathon.
I made a grave mistake today and bribed the kids with new toys too soon, I peaked to early, whatever you want to call it, because there we were, I had not even started my own shopping and there were the two monsters, one with a barbie type doll, she actually ate the shoes, yes I know it is probably not the best thing, Liam had his robot out and because we did not have four AA batteries handy he was pushing this robot over the floor...
So yes Honey, I would much rather travel halfway across the world, I would read a book, alone, I would use the bathroom, alone, I might even sleep, especially in business class. So tonight I just might try and put them in bed thirty minutes or so earlier than usual. Failing that, I might put them on a Kulula flight to anywhere, they are very cute and I am sure someone will take care of them both whilst mommy catches up on some much needed me time.
Well here is a thought, lets swop, yes, really, because see after I cook, clean up after two kids and a dog, after I have bathed everyone, put on pajama's, handed out snacks, smacks and heaven only knows what else, just the time in mid air seems like a holiday. Four additional nights in a hotel where someone feeds you and cleans up after you, that sounds like an island holiday to me.
This morning I was literally up and down the stairs a hundred times all before the clock struck seven. One wants tea, one wants bread, the dog ate her bed, the milo was too cold, the tea too little. I was contemplating taking them to gym, but heaven only knows, it feels like I have been running the London Marathon.
I made a grave mistake today and bribed the kids with new toys too soon, I peaked to early, whatever you want to call it, because there we were, I had not even started my own shopping and there were the two monsters, one with a barbie type doll, she actually ate the shoes, yes I know it is probably not the best thing, Liam had his robot out and because we did not have four AA batteries handy he was pushing this robot over the floor...
So yes Honey, I would much rather travel halfway across the world, I would read a book, alone, I would use the bathroom, alone, I might even sleep, especially in business class. So tonight I just might try and put them in bed thirty minutes or so earlier than usual. Failing that, I might put them on a Kulula flight to anywhere, they are very cute and I am sure someone will take care of them both whilst mommy catches up on some much needed me time.
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