On a Saturday morning the B household go swimming together. We love it. We all get excited about a light breakfast, jumping on the bus, swim suits, arm bands and after swim snacks all loaded into our giant tote bag.
Then if MrB and I are flush, we all have a second breakfast together, in a place just down the road, that is almost entirely made of glass. This has the effect of making you feel you are sitting in a great big green house. All those little chills you may have still lurking from these spring swims, seep away, to be replaced by a soft sunshiney warmth, coffee aromas and scrambled eggs.
Then MrsB, gets to run away for a few hours.
Every week I just relish this time. It lets me see friends without small fry, or just be alone, silent and just for that pocket of time not the human personification of wikipedia. I get to just be me. There are plenty of people who think my behaviour is disgustingly selfish. But I am ok with that! I know that if I didn't have this comparatively small amount of time, just to be ME, I would slowly become ground down to a snipey, shattered, over stretched, irritated, on a knife edge version of myself. I could not be the mummy I want to be, need to be, not the friend or wife that I want and need to be, if I didn't step out, for a few hours.
I mooch along, walking the mile into the centre of town, stopping to read the second hand books, outside the Student Union.Some Saturdays I am really lucky and there is a Vintage Fair on, in the Union.It was a great one this week. Absolutely packed with a variety of Vintage not just a load of Eighties stripey Nylon dresses (which while lovely have a certain groan factor when you have looked through a whole rail of them). There was homewares and cupcakes, diamante brooches and 50's sun dresses.So I mooched about for two and half hours, had a coffee, with no need for talk...and home again, home again jiggedy jig!
We all need to take care of ourselves too...