Weekends. They’re fun, aren’t they? A time to relax, a time to enjoy, to spend time with your family away from pressures.
In our house? Not so much.
Weekends are sport, sport and more sport. The kids enjoy playing sport and we enjoy watching them. But there’s a certain amount of pressure involved in being in the right place at the right time and in keeping whichever kids aren’t playing the sport entertained and out of mischief.
Then there’s homework. Yeah, I know. You shouldn’t do homework at the weekend. But what if you’ve got dance classes or Cubs or Scouts after school every day? The weekends are homework time.
And then the absolute highlight of the weekend. The piece de la resistance. The icing on the cake. The school letters. The dinner money, the forms to sign, the cheques to write. How can three children bring quite so many letters home from school (and Cubs, Scouts and ballet) every single week?!
But not this weekend. This weekend was different. This weekend I escaped.
This weekend I’ve laughed, I’ve cried, I’ve made new friends, I’ve been inspired. Twice over. I have spent three days away from my life and all that goes with it and I’ve lived a different life. I’ve been me. A blogger and a dancer, not ‘just a mum’. It’s been amazing and it’s been exhausting.
First there was Britmums Live. Five hundred like-minded people in one building listening to some amazing speakers, sharing others’ pain and getting to know each other In Real Life. I learned some new stuff. I also learned that I already know quite a lot of stuff. I realised just how huge the blogging community really is and that there a lot of amazing bloggers out there. Most of all, I got to spend time with the people I ‘speak’ to daily and am pleased to report that they are every bit as lovely in real life as they are online.
Then I left the Britmums bubble and was transported to the dance bubble. Away from real life for another day to perform two shows. Here I was surrounded by more amazing people. Once again I felt inspired and in awe of others and their abilities.
And after three days away from my real life, I emerged blinking into the light, and discovered I’d lost a weekend.
It was great to see the kids again and they were happy to see me. But everything at home had stopped on Thursday. Thursday’s washing still hung up, dry, waiting to be put away. The washing I would have done on Friday, Saturday and Sunday hadn’t been done. And I ignored the drawer full of Sunday letters and forms. What’s the worst that could happen?
I’ll spend a week catching up. I’ve lost a weekend. But I’ve gained so much more.