Family Affairs and other matters

I’m panicking slightly, in that way that only a mother who is going away for a week and leaving her children in the care of other people knows. The lists I have written, the favours I have asked, the instructions and calender printouts I have distributed. And yet still I am fretting. However, I am safe in the knowledge that once I get on that plane tomorrow afternoon I will give no thought to my children’s well being for some time, particularly if I have a gin and tonic immediately.

I can’t quite believe I am going away tomorrow. For a week. Skiing!! With no children and only a girlfriend. How incredibly luxurious is that. The children are going to stay with their father and I have had to rope in numerous people to pick them up and look after them before and after school as he will be at work from 7.30am- 9pm approx every day. It’s a logistical bloody nightmare. I don’t know why mother’s get worried about being re-employed post kids…if you can orchestrate time away from your children and it all runs smoothly, you can organise anything.

I have not had time to buy anything for my holiday. I am borrowing my brother’s trousers and I have some blue shiny boots that I bought on a whim that make me look like a smurf. I am going to look deeply unglamorous – oh well. Nobody will notice.

I have decided that the break will do me good. I need to sit on a mountain and do some thinking. And some drinking. And some eating. And some laughing. And some talking. And after a bit more drinking maybe also some very poor skiing.