I unlock the front door, walk into my flat and close the door softly behind me. I stand still, just listening… To nothing. No baby moaning to get out of her pram. No bags to offload. No need to check the clock for another deadline of things to be done. Just quiet. Me, myself and I. Home alone.
Baby’s at her Auntys house for the day and night. I walk into the front room accepting that I have no bottles to wash and sterilise. No nappies to change. No tears to dry. No need for cbeebies. Today, I am not mummy. Today I am me.
I have plans: cup of tea (not drank whilst too hot in a rush or once stone cold after dealing with baby); long, hot bath to relax my bones and attend to my much unloved body; primp and prune and then…. Date night! Yes. Tonight, it’s all about me.