On Friday I spent the most beautiful day with one of my best friends. She had her third baby a couple of weeks ago, so I took the day off work to go and visit while my girls were at nursery. Hubby kindly agreed to work from home and do the pick up, witching hour and get dinner sorted for when I got home. That in itself was a huge treat!
We spoke about the baby and I told her my news, but this was only a brief part of our conversation. I don’t think a [poor hard done by] third baby will ever get the same time dedicated to describe every single thing they do the way their siblings did. Mummy’s time has become a precious commodity, not to be wasted on poo talk. We had bigger fish to fry and set about putting the world to rights.
It was nice to be reminded of who I am – which I’m sure most who read this blog can relate to. So often lost in the midst of being a mummy, it’s easy to forget that I’m a person with wants and needs too. We met in a lovely canal-side cafe and had a three hour long lunch, then went back to her house for tea and more chatting while her hubby sorted their older two out to get ready for a school disco. I felt honoured that she was comfortable enough to just whip the boobs out at feeding time without bothering to find a muslin first. She just laughed and said ‘you’re family, you don’t mind do you?’ Of course I don’t.
It’s was a perfect and idyllic day, even further enhanced by the glorious weather. Hopefully we’ll manage to get some dates in the diary with all the kids over the summer, which won’t be the same but will still be fab. I’ve known this lady for almost a decade and a half, and know with absolute certainty that I’ll be taking her to the grave.