I didn't realise how much I needed a break.

It wasn't even that long. But it was very welcome!

I love my boys dearly but I see them day in, day out, all day, every day. I spend my time tidying, cooking, tidying, playing, tidying, breaking up fights, tidying, doing homework, tidying, fixing toys, tidying. I wouldn't mind, but my house still looks like it has been burgled most of the time.

Yesterday I went to meet an "old" friend. I had 6 child free hours. I ate lunch without having to cut up anyone's food. I could take as long as I wanted to eat and wasn't worried about keeping anyone sitting down. There were no colouring pencils broken in half and I didn't feel the need to add a huge tip because of the mess all over the floor.

I got to try on clothes without anyone revealing my not so stunning body to a shop full of people.

Instead of talking about whether Spongebob was alive or not, I got to talk about my friends upcoming trips to Norway and Patagonia. I may have shared one too many poo stories to guarantee she never has any children of her own.

I was able to have coffee and cake without having to swop the cake for one I didn't want because someone thought mine looked better after we had sat down to eat it.

I got to sing loudly in my car to some 90's music without anyone screaming "stop singing Mummy!" or "can we listen to the knights CD?"

I got to be me.

And to top it off I arrived home to 3 little men falling over themselves to kiss me because they had missed me so much.


Do you ever get any time do yourself? Does it make you appreciate your children more? How would you spend 6 child free hours?