My Mother’s Day Marriage Break

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Now, I don’t want to mislead you here. Let me define what I mean by Marriage break:

A whole week, well actually 8 days (yes that extra day makes all the difference in my holiday credits) is the amount of time The Hubs will be off duty for. Relinquishing Husband and parenting responsibilities. Lucky sod. He will in fact be skiing. I just about managed to type the word without displacing the keys. SKIING. His preparation for going on the trip was to cover his work commitments, and pack a bag. Can you even imagine the preparation involved if it was Muma who was up and leaving for a week. Co-ordinating the school runs, bed time routines, dinners, after school clubs, homework… you know the drill.

It just so happens that The Trip falls over Mother’s Day.

But this doesn’t bother me, not even a little bit. I’m sure the Guillian Sea Shell chocs are stashed in an accessible place for Darcie and Lila to TaDaaaaa them, at 6am on Sunday. Nice. I know there are several Mother’s Day cards floating around the house ‘Hapee Mudrs Dae’ blazon across them all. Good old phonics. I can barely read English anymore, I’m much better at deciphering PhonicTalk these days. So I won’t have the longed for Mother’s Day lie in, I’ll be up with the lark cooking up a feast of Nutella toast. But I’ll be feeling seriously lucky that I have my 2 gorgeous handfuls, happy and healthy by my side for the day. I might even get to watch 10 mins of a Saturday Kitchen episode if I play my cards right. (last count was 10 episodes on the Planner…ever hopeful.)

So there we have it, my marriage break; 8 whole days going it solo. I’ve got this. I’m actually looking forward to a little ‘time off’. A little bit of time to miss him. I think that’s a good thing, it’s been 8 years since I spent any time without him. He has been like an extension of me for so long that I’m keen to see if I CAN do it alone. I’m praying the girls are on my side with this and don’t spend the week pining for Daddy. I hate the whingeing, we all know toddlers and MiniMadams have A+’s when it comes to that. And mine can winge with the best of them. As long as I can keep that at bay without getting through too many boxes of Twister ice lollies…

Surely I can do this standing on my head?!

Let’s see…

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I am a Muma to 2 little girls, aged 5 & 2. We are seaside dwellers, and I 'only work inside the house' according to my eldest. I love to share the funny side of parenting as well as boldly going where no right minded parents of toddlers would go: to restaurants. Seeking out the most child friendly joints and passing on my findings to all of you to enjoy! I'm basically blogging my way back to sanity!

3 thoughts on “My Mother’s Day Marriage Break

  1. I distinctly remember my marriage break when all 3 daughters had the chicken pox and my husband was working near Disneyland. After spending his day off there, he thought it wise to phone me to say how tired he was. I think it’s the only time I’ve hung up on him, haha.

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    1. Well Disneyland can be quite tiring place y’know…!!! hahaha. The cheek of these husband eh. I must say I was less than impressed to recive a text message along those same lines “I’m a little bit drunk, too much fun at the bar” I think it said. I was wrestling with the bedtime/bath time routine at that moment…
      I tell you what though, it gave me a chance to spend some seriously good quality time with the girls. my husband is quite a loud person and the girls just adore hi, it does tend to overshadow poor old Cinders in the corner – ME! so it was nice to have some spotlight time with the girlies!

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