I’ve never made a secret of how challenging I find motherhood, I think most women feel the same, but not everyone admits it. Life can be tough when you’ve got just one child, especially if they don’t sleep, so three kids that are up tag teaming in the night start to wear you down a bit. Recently it has felt that just getting to the end of the day without having a major catastrophe to deal with is worthy of celebration. A nice little break was long overdue and very welcome.
As regular readers will know, I weaned my youngest off the breast in August. Rightly anticipating that it would be a noisy affair, we sent the girls to my in-laws for a two day sleepover. It was the first time they’d had them overnight and it went really well. This has naturally opened the door for longer babysitting, and we figured that F would be able to cope now that he’s not having milk. We had arranged months ago for them to have the children for the day, but a few weeks back we asked if they would mind having all three overnight too. They gladly agreed, so we took the plunge, ignored the cost and booked ourselves into a swanky London hotel. Then devised a plan of what to do (read: where to eat and drink) and counted down the days, hours and minutes until our day off which was yesterday.
It coincided with another meet up I had planned months before – getting together with some of the ladies from the What I’m Writing group. As I’ve mentioned before, these lovelies have been a godsend to me; always so supportive and helpful with giving feedback. We started planning this lunch at the beginning of the year and seven of us made it out in the end. We had such a fab time at Browns at Butler’s Wharf – there was vino aplenty, the tastiest beef short rib I’ve ever had, and lots of laughter – the river front venue wasn’t too shabby either. Hubby came and collected me at 3pm, and although it was a shame to be the first to leave, it was great to finally meet them. Thank you Maddy, Rachael, Becky, Nicola, Emily and Sophie for a brilliant start to my weekend!
Hubby and I made our way to the hotel near Old Street via a G&T pit stop and some jeans shopping for him. We were super impressed with the M by Montcalm, and it felt good to be part of such vibrant weekend shenanigans. We headed out fairly early onto the busy streets of Shoreditch, and it felt like being on holiday. We had a couple of cocktails en route to dinner, and I was amazed how much drinks cost these days. I guess I’m showing my age, and lack of social life here, but I was under the impression that a fiver was the going rate. Oh how wrong I was, in actual fact it’s usually double that.
We discovered that most Hoxton restaurants don’t take bookings, which basically means that all the best places have a huge queue outside them. By the time we got to where we’d originally planned on going to (at just gone 7pm) there were about fifty people waiting in line already, so we decided to check out Pump instead. I’m so glad we did, because we had stumbled upon my idea of foodie heaven. This old petrol station has been turned into a smorgasbord of pop up restaurants, catering to absolutely anyone’s taste. I find the innovation behind this place utterly mind blowing, and will be writing about it in more detail another time. We went for ribs, chicken wings and fries at BoneYard, which were flavoursome beyond belief. The photo below doesn’t do the meal justice, but it was the best I could do in such dim lighting.
After our feast, and another G&T, we headed to a super trendy bar in the Ditch that we had pre-booked. Seriously, who knew you had to book a table in a bar these days? We had two more cocktails there, and I was so tired by the time I had finished the second drink that I knew I’d be done for if we didn’t get moving. So we went back to the hotel bar for one last G&T, and up to bed at a sensible 11pm. Some might call this a wasted opportunity, but I call it being kind to myself and seizing the chance to have some sleep for the first time in years! Oh how blissful it was to not wake up until 8:30am.
After a yummy breakfast, ton of coffee and half an hour sauna/steam room/jacuzzi in the hotel spa, it was time to start heading home. As predicted the kids and grandparents had a ball, and the wee ones slept better for their Granny and Grandad than they have done (collectively) for us in months. It was a fabulous adventure, but lovely to be home. We’ve decided that weekends like this are too good for our soul to not make a regular occurrence, so we shall definitely be doing it again some time soon.
I’d like to say that I have not been paid to write any of this post, I just wanted to share my awesome weekend with you all.
How was yours? 🙂