I sometimes talk about how much I miss my Queensland family and friends since moving to Newcastle, but the reality is I’ve met some truly wonderful people here too. They’ve been with me through surviving the twins first year, supported me during my post natal depression diagnosis and listened as I regularly explained Little Red’s health dramas.
We’ve had many lunches after our children’s swim class and play-dates aplenty but nothing that was just us adults. Over the past year we’ve spoken regularly about how nice it would be to do a kid free meal, and that, my friends, is how a recent Sunday “Mum’s” lunch came about.
I was beyond excited because the last time I’d been properly kid free was October when Hubby and I had a night in Sydney and before that it was Boxing Day 2015. Although that doesn’t really count because technically the girls were with me.
I found a dress that I’d ordered sometime last year and not worn before because it still had the tag on. Then I took pleasure in going through my necklaces (that have been packed away since we moved) in order to try a few on and find the one I wanted to wear. It occurred to me how I miss wearing them and it felt nice not to automatically throw on a teething silicone one.
I also decided that I would push the boat out and actually put on some make up. The last time I put a face on was for my maternity shoot and most of it was purchased before Little Man was born. I tried to apply it as best as I could remember, trying to ignore the potential yet undoubtedly horrendous bacterial infection and pink eye that would surely arise from five year old mascara and never been washed brushes. Oh well, YOLO, amiright?!
I had a lovely salmon and eggs benedict and sat and chatted with my girl friends. I didn’t have to deal with number twos or feed someone (or two) else first. I could listen with my undivided attention and say whole sentences without being interrupted and it was… relaxing. Yes. Definitely calm and relaxing! AND I ate the food while it was STILL WARM people!
After lunch we walked to get some gelato and then listened to a talk that was happening at a writers fair. It was here I saw a little redhead boy, about LM’s age, running around the square and I felt that well known familiar longing.
Now, I can’t exactly say that I missed my children during my three hour outing, but I was happy to get home and see them. Mentally I felt refreshed. Taking time for me, getting ready and not putting on my Mum Uniform of (yes still!) maternity clothes felt amazing. I realised that I am still in here somewhere. That it probably won’t be too long before I can wear my bright jewelry and hair down without risk of both being pulled and eaten all the time.
Although, thinking about how it seems I’m wishing away time makes me want to simultaneously put the breaks on. The reality is my necklaces can wait and top knots are in fashion but I still hope it won’t be another six months until I can be a lady who lunches once again!
*Dress purchased from ASOS.com