I'm having an affair. There, I've said it. I honestly never meant for it to happen but all the wining, dining, luxury hotels and all those hasty trips abroad have left me truly, madly and oh so deeply in love! But the best thing about this new-found romance is that my husband fully supports it. He thinks it's the best thing I've ever done. So how did I get to this happy place? Well it all came about after a particularly good girls' night out...
I had just finished my first second third drink of the night with a Mummy friend of mine (not the Egyptian kind) when we both decided that we deserved a gift for making it through our first year of Motherhood. Most people would just treat themselves to a couple of hours of pampering but not us. Oh no! The lethal combination of far too many vodkas and the kind of exuberance that can only come from two new mums out on the town resulted in an excellent decision. We were going to get on a plane and go somewhere! Not the most solid of plans but a plan nonetheless.
The very next day despite considerable hangovers we booked ourselves on a city break for the weekend. Well I say weekend but what's the point in leaving on a Friday when we could just as easily leave on a Thursday night? And really, what's the point in leaving on a Thursday night when we could catch the lunchtime plane? So it was settled. We left our husbands behind with the babies and bolted.
The affair began almost immediately. The sheer excitement of boarding a plane carrying only a small handbag had my heart all a-flutter. Even the trip to the hotel in a slightly battered taxi did nothing to quell the butterflies in my stomach.
Over the following three days, I was treated to all kinds of luxuries. A relaxing shower every morning instead of one accompanied by the screams of a small child. Breakfast with not one but two whole cups of coffee that I actually got to finish before they went cold. Restaurants that were chosen simply because I liked them and not because they had a highchair. But I knew I had truly fallen in love when I found myself having a long post-lunch nap. That was it for me. I was head-over-heels in love with myself and there was no going back.
Since then my self-affair has taken me off for a fabulous short break every single year. And each time I return a little happier, a lot calmer and dare I say, almost joyful. And that my friends, means my husband is happy too.
So I'm declaring it a right of Motherhood. From this day forth each and every Mum must commit to an affair with herself. So go get your laptops, get googling and book yourself on a long weekend away. Right this minute. Only criteria are no children, no husband, one girlfriend and a handbag (preferably your own).
You know, there's an old saying that goes "Happy Mother, Happy Family" so why not look on this as a duty to ensure your family's happiness? A sanity break for you: a world of happiness for them. We may just have ourselves a win-win!