Our late Christmas at the in-laws’ was full-on with the five of us plus Grandma and her partner, two aunties, two uncles, a newborn cousin, a very loud 11year old cousin and a small dog in a small, dark, hot house. Trying to get everyone fed in the small space was a military operation. The various fussy eating habits of the kids and some of the adults (including me) made it that bit harder.
I noticed the other two mums managed to get away and get themselves some headspace. But with neither a newborn baby to attend to or a bedroom to chill out in, I was in the thick of the noise and the heat.
But then I got the trump card, the get out of jail free card. There wasn’t enough room for everyone to stay, so someone had to go to a hotel. And that someone was me. And my girl.
She has to go to bed earlier than the boys, so we retreated to our sanctuary. A spacious room. Quiet. With clean, warm towels, biscuits, a decent shower with shower gel and even a shower cap.
I had my bottles of water (I am slightly obsessive about always having large quantities of water) and some fruit and orange juice for my daughter. I had my slippers and pyjamas, my book and my iPad.
But most of all I had my daughter. She really is the most delightful company at any time, but especially when it’s just the two of us. We had peace. And somewhere spacious and tidy for us to relax and unwind.
It was nice to get her ready for bed without having to nag the boys. It was lovely to read to her for longer than usual.
And it was lovely to have a shower safe in the knowledge that when I got out there was no dishwasher to empty or fill, no clothes to pick up and no washing to put away.
My daughter falls asleep quickly and she likes to sleep with the light on.
So I came out of the shower to a beautiful sleeping girl, a book and my blog. No telly. No noise. No pressure. No mess. Just me relaxing and doing the things I enjoy.