I went away last weekend.
I went without my children.
Did you gasp, or cheer then?
Or did you think 'oh, there's lovely, but I could never do that?'
Leaving the children. It's a dividing debate isn't it? So many people sit in judgement. You have the parents that have never had a night away alone, since having their children. Then you have parents that are out every weekend, without batting an eyelid at leave their children with grandparents.
I actually don't fall into either of those categories, I fall into the 3rd category.........
I know there are a few of you out there that know exactly what I mean. The feeling that you don't have the right to leave them, I mean you gave birth to them, you wanted them..........now you want to leave them?!
How very dare you! (In your own head)
I had many an argument with myself, in the weeks running up to the actual time away. For a start, I am a parent of children with additional needs, one of the things my 2 youngest struggle with is change. Mom is always home, she can always be found. I don't think that's a bad thing, just the way I have brought them up, my choice. But what happens if they don't adapt to mom not being there?
We had to tell little A for weeks before, that nanny would be in mom's bed, that when he came looking for me, early hours of the morning, I wouldn't be there (guilt).
I worried that my mum couldn't cope. She is a very capable lady, but she brought her children up. Now I am expecting her to give up her time to look after my children! (more guilt). I would like to point out, it was actually my mums idea, so the guilt is completely unnecessary...........but still there.
Why should I need a break? Am I saying my children are hard work, and a break is needed from them? (yes, but more guilt).
So is the guilt justified? Do you think we deserve a break, as parents?
Or do you think we should just shut up and get on with it?
As it turns out, my boys and my mum had a lovely weekend. She always stays at mine when looking after the boys, to keep change to a minimum. The boys are used to her being around too (now I am justifying myself).
I had a wonderful break too. Weston-Super-Mare is a lovely place to go, some lovely places to eat, even better places to walk. Here are some of the lovely photos I took:
|The view from my hotel room|
|On a wall outside a shop, I thought it was awesome|
|An intriguing light in town|
|Finally, me and the Mister.|
My advice: Yes you will feel guilty, but do it anyway!