It isn't very often I have time away from my boys, and this month we left the children overnight for the first time with my parents when we went to a gig in London. This week, I seem to be spending more time away than I am with my family and after being a stay at home mum for so long, there for every moment, every early morning and every kiss goodnight, it seems a bit strange.
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For the first time I have missed two bedtimes in a row, two bedtime stories, four sleepy cuddles. A meeting up in Glasgow meant flying up the night before and not seeing my babies for nearly 48 hours. This weekend I will be joining the blogger crowds at Britmums Live for another two nights without my favourite people.
It isn't all bad, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to some time away. Being something else than 'Mummy', having a bed to myself with an alarm that isn't quite so unpredictable (and that sounds a lot less like a child) and having the chance to miss them and appreciate them all the more on my return.
My two days away during the week made me value our day together so much more and I know the cuddles on Sunday when I return will be priceless. I know I will miss my beautiful boys and that they will miss me, but sometimes time away is needed.