Last weekend I had a fabulous girly time in Paris.
❤Throb was at a stag do in Edinburgh so we were both doing the hang-out-with-friends for the weekend thing.
It was hardcore getting there with tonnes of traffic on the Friday before the bank holiday as I dropped Gem off at her Grandma’s in Coventry.
As I unloaded the car in Cov with all Gem’s stuff, two hours to my flight time, I thought to myself:
a) I’m never going to make the flight
b) I’m pretty stressed out after being in the car for over 3 hours doing a journey that normally takes 1.5 hours. Is this worth it?
c) Should I just hang out with my Mum and Gem instead?
d) Isn’t a girly weekend a thing of the past? Am I not too old to let my hair down this much?
My postponed cab eventually arrived and I had to be hurriedly fast-tracked through Birmingham Airport security because my flight was on “final call”.
It was all so quick that I had little or no time to remember my dreams of arriving early to enjoy a pre-boarding alcoholic beverage and dinner.
By 11pm, I made it to Paris as exhausted as ever.
Chatting with Ms S until 2am over cold pizza and a bottle of red wine however made up for lost dreams.
The next day, we indulged in the best almond croissants, brioche and a general all-in-all carb fest as we scrolled through interior design websites like houzz for hours looking for house design ideas – she for her new tropical relocation and me for my new Herts digs.
Girly dinner followed by clubbing was fabulous.
I tell you something though – slumming it in flat shoes for the past 11 or so months on maternity leave made going out in heels pretty treacherous on my poor ankles and I made a decision to try to wear heels at least once a week or I’d have to be wheeled in if I left it until I returned to work in August.
I’ll say for sure though that as the weekend progressed, regardless of how much fun I was having, I seemed to get more and more anxious about not being with Gem. Not sure if it was anxiety or guilt or worry. A part of me is starting to believe that this might be the new equilibrium as a mum – missing my child the longer I’ve been away from her and then worrying until I see her again.
Final stop at the Patisserie below on the way to the airport for that all important Paris-Brest – a French dessert, made of choux pastry and a praline flavoured cream.
I did have a blast and was refreshed and renewed when I picked Gem up from her Grandma and when I saw ❤Throb back in London.
A fabulous girly weekend, worth all the effort and one I’ll remember for a while to come.