I love my daughter, I really do, but I also love the nights when she’s with himself. When I don’t have to be mum. When, to be honest, I don’t have to be anything. All I have to do is breathe.
K is with himself for one night every other week, sometimes at the weekend and sometimes midweek depending on what we’re all doing. K would prefer to stay at home, but it’s important for both of us to have time away from each other so I make sure she always goes.
Depending on my mood I either spend my night off being lazy – takeout, t.v., bubble bath – or I head out once it’s dark and walk off anything that’s troubling me.
Tonight, the dark isn’t calling me so it looks like it’s going to be a case of kick back and relax – I’ve just eaten some pizza, I’ve got plenty of stuff on Sky+ and I have some winter berry muffins left from yesterday. I don’t need to go anywhere or do anything until tomorrow afternoon. For now, I’m content to stay at home, not doing much except breathing.