I unlock the front door, walk into my flat and close the door softly behind me. I stand still, just listening… To nothing. No baby moaning to get out of her pram. No bags to offload. No need to check the clock for another deadline of things to be done. Just quiet. Me, myself and I. Home alone.
Baby’s at her Auntys house for the day and night. I walk into the front room accepting that I have no bottles to wash and sterilise. No nappies to change. No tears to dry. No need for cbeebies. Today, I am not mummy. Today I am me.
I have plans: cup of tea (not drank whilst too hot in a rush or once stone cold after dealing with baby); long, hot bath to relax my bones and attend to my much unloved body; primp and prune and then…. Date night! Yes. Tonight, it’s all about me.
Good for you – getting some ‘me time’ in. I remember one day I was home alone without our son when he was little…and it was just for an hour or two, but I remember going to grab scissors from a drawer and carefully closed it – then remembered, oh yeah, it’s not quiet because the baby is sleeping, it’s because I’m alone. Being alone happens so rarely sometimes that we forget what life is like sans-baby.
I hope you have a great date night out!