It’s not every day I find myself sitting on a packed tube train heading into town without a bored child, a bag the size of a small country and a strict timetable. So you can imagine my excitement when there I was London-bound with only myself to worry about and a suitably sized handbag – actually, being totally honest, it may have been on the small side but a girl can get carried away can’t she?! The reason for all this craziness; I worked for 3 days.
I haven’t worked since I gave up 5 months ago and I was really looking forward to it, seeing the girls in the office, hearing all the goss and stepping back into the busy fashion world, even the cramped tube train being pregnant didn’t put me off! Whilst I was playing at being a working mum, Fin was being looked after by his Dad…in my eyes this was just perfect, it would be great for him to have a first-hand account of my life! Don’t misunderstand me, my husband is an amazing Dad, very hands on and honestly would do anything for little Fin. And when I say anything, I mean pretty much anything…Fin rules the roost when it comes to him…this was going to be a very interesting 3 days!
Day one, whilst I was enjoying my new found freedom (I had a great lunch eaten at my own pace, without having to share a scrap and also had regular bathroom breaks, taken at my own leisure, minus anyone banging on the door!) my husband had been taken to the park (staying there for most of the morning), had a battle with Fin and his lunch and had watched 19 episodes of Fireman Sam. By the time I walked through the door an hour or so before Fin’s bedtime my husband was starting to realise it wasn’t a walk in the park (or it was, but a very LONG walk, whilst stopping to pat every dog, talk to every person and look at every flower)!
My next two days were just as pleasant in the office, I had a great selection of food (still eaten at my own leisure without sharing), caught up with the girls, drooled over some amazing clothes (the Next Christmas collection is absolutely amazing – you heard it here first!) and even managed to use what little brain cells I have left! As for Fin and Daddy; a trip to the farm, an outing to a friend’s house (with 2 equally crazy children; ‘let them wear each other out’!) and a shopping trip for anything and everything other than what we actually need.
Needless to say, my 3 days were a real eye opener…for everyone in the family! I realised that while Fin was exceptionally looked after, it was clear my husband couldn’t actually do anything else – the contents of the fridge was a bottle of milk, a block of cheese and a can of cider and the cupboards were bare (other than some random tins of random soup that I wouldn’t have bought even if it was on special) and while my husband had a ‘much needed (his words not mine) round of golf’ at the first possible opportunity (the next morning) I spent all day tiding up after a tornado had clearly ripped through the heart of our home (I must of missed this on the local news but I can only put it down to a freak strike of mother nature as surely a father and son couldn’t possibly make this much mess in just 3 days…can they?!).
What’s next for us; a week in Spain…sun, sea and a stroppy solider!! Watch this space…