Saturday Mornings Off
A few weeks back Jamie suggested that if there were something, outside of the house and baby raising, that I would like to do he would gladly look after Norah so that I could go and do that. I instantly said I had nothing else I wanted to do and then felt completely crap. After years of wanting nothing more that marriage and babies, now that I had it there really was nothing else I wanted to pursue. What I had always feared had happened - I had turned into my mother. That meant that I would throw my life into raising my kids and when they were gone I would have nothing left in my life; no friends, hobbies, interests. I can tell you ome major panic ensued.
A few days later I realised there are plenty of things I like to do; I enjoy a swim, sitting down to a good cup of coffe with a book or paper. They’re not highbrow pursuits I grant you, but they are things that are not possible, or not as enjoyable, when you have a baby in tow, who needs feeding, cleaning, attention, etc. So I asked my man if I could have saturday mornings to have a swim or whatever took my fancy.
And so this morning I arrived at the gym at 9, had a lovely swim, a long soak in the shower and then headed into town for breakfast; scrambled eggs and a LARGE cappucino. Cafe Blue at the Blue Haven in Kinsale do a lovely breakfast and I took my time reading the paper too.
It may sound silly but I defintely feel invigorated after that (so invigorated in fact that I have now planned to make Sunday lunch for 6 adults and 3 children next week). A break from the norm and time for myself make it very easy to come home to a cranky baby and a tired husband. And I am very grateful for this respite, as I know there are plenty of husbands/boyfriends/partners who don’t offer this to their other halves. So thank you Jamie, I love you 