In a couple of week’s time I have to go to Oxfordshire at the crack of dawn for a long full day managing a conference. It’s one of THE work events of the year for me. I need to be on site nice and early to be setting a good example to the rest of the team and to get all my ducks in a row before the hoards of attendees come trawling in to get their freebies and morning coffees.
Despite my friend urging me to join her and travel up the night before, I simply can’t bear the idea. It’s about two and half hours from my house (says AA route finder) but for me that’s doable. Call me a clingy mama, call me boring, call me crazy – but I don’t want to drive up to the hotel the night before.
Yes I would like to have a drink and a laugh with my other colleagues. But my desire to stay home, sleep in my own bed and tend to my little one outweighs this. I know she will be nearly 2 years old by this point, but I don’t care. I was never one of those mums that would crave an hour away from her baby to have a break, even if it was to go to the supermarket. In fact, when I did do that, it felt lonely and alien.
Yes in theory hubby would do fine, I know what you are saying and that is what some people are telling me. But he doesn’t seem too keen right now. I think that’s largely because babe has been going through a patch of teething and he wouldn’t like to not have mama around with her booby pacifiers to calm the grizzle bum down.
The build up to this, would be a nervous stress that I could do well without. And who sleeps well for the first night in a strange hotel room? I figured that I’d probably get more sleep staying home going to bed early and getting up at an insane hour, than driving up the evening before.
And I know I can’t keep putting off this overnight apart thing for too much longer, but I need a bigger reason than this.
Tell me some other mama’s feel the same way, or am I just alone in this?