What do you get when you put seven girl friends into a house for a get together, add copious amounts of gin, a laptop and a credit card?
Answer – A hangover from hell and the realisation you’ve all booked a three-night break in Majorca for later that year!
That’s what happened to me back in January and five months later I found myself on the beach enjoying my first ever girl’s holiday at the ripe old age of 40. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t plain sailing getting there. First up I had to break the news to my husband…eek! Would ‘the drink made me do it’ work? Or maybe, ‘it was peer pressure’. Whatever I said to him I knew it was going to go down like the ending of Game of Thrones…not good!
The reactions in my house went a bit like this:
Husband – sighs and shrugs head, then silence (errr, does that mean you are ok with it then???)
Son – unfazed, doesn’t even look up from playing Roblox on the iPad
Daughter – exclaims “Yey! Does that mean we can have take-out every night you are away and eat Haribo’s for breakfast? Sick!”
The icing on the cake really came though when I found out later that day that the girl’s trip only bloody fell on the same weekend of my mother in laws big birthday party, so now I had joined the club of Bad Mums, Bad Wife AND Bad Daughter in Law!!
Despite the huge amount of guilt I felt in the lead up, I held on to the mantra that ‘life is too short’ and sometimes it’s about putting yourself first, which as a Mum, we rarely get to do.
And, oh my god the trip was a revelation – firstly by realising that as soon as we got to the airport, it was just me I had to look after.
I could browse duty free without having the other half bugging me about the amount of time I’d spent trying on a lip gloss on and I could go for a wee when I wanted to, not because my little boy had asked me to take him to the toilet for the umpteenth time.
It was like a whole new world, one where my name was Michelle, not Mum.
Things I did on my trip…
- I bought an ‘unmumsy book’ (Irvine Welsh’s Dead Man’s Trousers) AND I got time to read it.
- I got a full 9 hours sleep and lay in past 7am!!!
- I sunbathed
- And the only hard decisions I had to make was should I get a sangria or a gin cocktail.
Don’t get me wrong I missed my kids and husband incredibly (they will be reading this) and I face timed them every day but getting a part of me back meant the world.
Sometimes as a parent we often forget where the real ‘us’ went. I’m not suggesting you all go out and book a random girl’s holiday (cue hubbies everywhere coming after me en masse) but what I AM saying is it’s ok to be ‘the real you’ every now and again.
So, take a few moments after reading this and think about something you used to do before having kids. What did you really enjoy, and not what you think you should do now you’re a Mum.
Maybe it’s rediscovering your passion for music, dancing like no one is watching or buying a pair of killer heels that definitely don’t come with a Mum tag
Oh, and one bit of advice before I sign off…don’t take your credit card out when drinking gin, you never know where it might take you ; )
Till next time,
The Big Bad Mumma (also known as Michelle!) xxx