Time time time
One thing I’ve realised I need more of is TIME! Time seemed to disappear at the end of last year at an alarming speed. Deadlines crept up on me a little quicker than expected, and I felt I spent a lot of time playing catch up with myself and my to-do list.
The time I’d put aside to breathe and be a friend, a wife, a sister, a daughter, and more importantly a mother, slowly seeped away. Priorities were juggled. Sacrifices made.
I’m not moaning. Just reflecting. I’m lucky that I work from home that I can get on with tasks when the boys go to sleep at night and that I love every single part of my hard-to-pinpoint-exactly-what-I-do job.
That being said, I’ve been in desperate need for some family time. Not me time. Family time. For me, they are one and the same thing – providing Tom has let me have a lie in every now and then to make up for the sleepless nights that having two delicious mummy’s boys has given me. Buddy still has a feed in the night and Buzz has developed a tendency to creep into our room for a snuggle.
Seeing as we were having a new boiler fitted last week and needed to be out of our house anyway, we jumped at the opportunity to go on a little holiday. Our first thought was that we needed sun. To get on a plane and fly far far away from our daily chores and thought-cluttering decisions. Then we realised that we’d left it until a few days before Christmas to try and book somewhere. Yeah… that was pretty stupid of us as most places we liked the look of were either booked up, there were no flights going there or the prices were ridiculously high.
Refusing to be defeated, we ended up looking closer to home. Setting our sights on somewhere rural and beautiful, which was family oriented where the kids could have fun with us too, but with the added luxury of having a pamper if desired… after a little searching online Tom came across Ickworth Hotel in Suffolk. It looked ideal and so we bit the bullet and booked us in for five nights.
All I can say is that we were in no way disappointed at the decision. Family time is flipping great for the soul. I found such peace in being able to just watch my boys and marvel at their little ways. They examine life with such innocence and naive understanding… it’s pretty beautiful to witness.
Obviously it had its moments (namely both children refusing to nap one day, Buzz pretending to be a dog/train/car/something-that-spun-really-fast whenever he saw older children, and me realising I could’ve bought a few more layers of clothing) but I can embrace all of those and still know that the trip was a wonderful one. I absolutely loved it and was gutted to return home. I could’ve stayed away longer, and that was partly due to how welcomed we were made to feel at the hotel – something that came from the majority of people there having children too, meaning we were all largely in the same unpredictable parenting boat.
This isn’t a sales pitch for the hotel. I wasn’t approached to go there and didn’t get this trip for free (I think I’d have to specify if I did). This is just a reminder to take time. Go rob it back from whatever is stealing you of precious moments. Not every second can be spent with your loved ones in the open air (away from wondering whether you’ve remembered to pay the utility bills or not) but I’ve been reminded that it’s important to add little trips in where possible – and to reclaim the time that is mine to give.
Happy 2017! I hope it’s filled with love, laughter and happiness.