One of the highlights of my night away was Greg phoning me this morning to tell me to not hurry home. Things were going swimmingly here at the homestead. Amy had slept through the night(!), she took the bottles of pumped milk with no fuss, Elliot was happy, and Greg sounded very relaxed.
I had a good time. Unlike a couple of years ago, when my expectations were super high about having my first night away without a child, this year I had no expectations other than enjoying some time with my friends. Yes, this was my first night away without kids since Amy was born, but it’s different now. I’m way more used to being a mum, and it feels like the norm. So a night away is a very nice bonus, but it’s not something I crave.
I’m glad I’ve reached this place.