I was feeling outrageous, like I was all ‘Girls Gone Wild’, although with far less boob and pash action and far more quiet time to myself. So really nothing like ‘Girls Gone Wild’. More like, ‘Mums Gone Mild’.
Nevertheless, it was a trip back to the time before I became Mum. Back when I was just Lauren.
To be clear, my child is The BOMB and I love spending time with him. He’s also very much like a bomb in that he EXPLODES into every room, his shrapnel reaching the highest, most perilous points and hitting the most dangerous items with military precision. He cares not for toys or colouring books because he is training to be Jason Bourne and every day is like our own action adventure film where the dim-witted blonde woman is slated to die a horrible death in the second act.
Which is to say, it’s never dull at out house and any work has to be done in his two days at day care. Precious, short days. With a small business, a blog, freelance writing and a part-time job, my idea of a treat is having a hot cup of tea and getting to watch the afternoon news.
WELL TURN THE UGLY LIGHTS ON BECAUSE THIS PITY PARTY IS OVER.
Yep, I gave myself a day off and am now a complete expert in mumdulgence and have put together the definitive guide to treating yo’self.