I don't want to be a mum, today...

I have almost reached breaking point. Please tell me you’ve been here before.

I love my son, dearly. I’m excited to wake up in the morning so I can gaze adoringly into his beautiful face, and to smell his sweet sleepy breath as he kisses me good morning.

However recently, I find myself feeling irritable. What has happened to me? Why aren’t I glowing with maternal love? Why don’t I think everything my son does is cute? Yesterday some good friends came over for lunch. They asked, “don’t you find it cute when your toddler follows you around the house?” and I retorted in an instant, “NO!”

Slightly negative perhaps?

Well I am human! Spending EVERY day with my son is starting to take its toll.

He spent nine months attached to me (well it was actually only eight, he arrived early), and for the last sixteen months I have not had a day away from him. Yes, my wonderful husband (and I must say wonderful, because he is still a little put out by my Six Secrets Your Husband Doesn't Want You To Know post), often looks after Max while I have a break, but these are hour long moments, possibly two or even three, but how I would KILL for a whole day where I don’t have to be a mum.

I often daydream about what it would be like to have a whole day off to myself, and what glorious things I would do.

I would wake up when I damn well wanted to, not when a little voice murmured from across a darkened hallway (mum, mum, mum, mum!). I would lazily slide out of bed and take pleasure in cooking breakfast, perhaps scrambled eggs on toast. Usually I have a small boy pulling at my pyjama bottoms so handling a hot frying pan is a tad hazardous.

I would go for a long run, take a refreshing shower, and then meander through town for a spot of shopping. I could try on clothes by myself! (Normally a whingeing toddler pulls open the curtain, revealing a mortified self in knickers and bra!)

Then the most anticipated moment; I would meet up with my girlfriends for some afternoon drinks in the sun. There would be no “witching hour(s)”; there would be no crying because dinner wasn’t cooking fast enough. It would be all about me, and no one else!

I realise when my husband and I decided to have kids we signed up for a lifetime of putting them first, but for just ONE DAY I would love to “call in sick” from my job as mum.

Alas, my wish has been granted! 

This Friday I am finally getting a ME day and I am SO EXCITED! I’m having lunch in town with my friend, then getting dressed up and watching Prince, my all time favourite artist, from the eleventh row! Then the next morning, my darling husband has booked me in for a hair appointment before I head home.

I'm sure I'll miss my little man though.

Do YOU need a day off too?