Mummascribbles – An away from home story! – Mummascribbles

I sit here typing from an uncomfortable bed in student accommodation! I am full up on the most delicious Chinese meal I have ever tasted (my stomach looks familiarly like it did when I was about 4 months pregnant!) but I’m about to endure a night on what might as well be a camp bed (Oxford doesn’t have the most comfortable beds in their student halls).

Sometimes when away with work, I get the luxury of a hotel, a nice big double bed, a lovely big bathroom, occasionally it even has a sitting room (this happened back in May), but more often than not I am faced with student digs!

As I type, at home my other half is eating his dinner (I’m waiting to call him and I believe dinner may have been postponed due to a World Cup match!) and my baby boy is (hopefully) fast asleep upstairs. I dropped him off at nursery this morning and I won’t see him  in the flesh until Saturday unless he wakes up in the night on Friday. I have had to call in all sorts of favours to cover my time away this week since I forgot I was even coming away! My poor Mum has been drafted in as usual to pick him up and drop him off on the days that I normally drop him off to her and pick him up. Additional to this, and for the first time, I have had to ask her to pick him up from nursery on the two days he goes! My idiotic forgetfulness meant that the other half didn’t have time to make up his hours at work and whilst his flexi-time is great, it means that when he gets in an hour late because he has to drop Zach off at nursery, he has to make it up elsewhere. Being that he was already a few hours down after my being away in May and I have another conference to go to in 2 weeks, we needed extra help to make sure he wasn’t 10 hours down at work else he’d never be home!

I do like my job. I used to love it but then my little boy came along and it’s now just a means to provide for him. I do like the luxuries of a tasty Chinese restaurant and the odd nice hotel. But there’s moments like this when I don’t even have a bloody tv in my room and have to watch TOWIE on the laptop that I just want to crawl back to Hertfordshire and slip into bed while I listen to my little boy sleeping peacefully.

Until I can do that on Friday night, I shall have to watch him sleep via Facetime. And on that note, I’m off to phone the man!

Lots of love,

Mumma S
xxx

P.S. I’m not entirely sure what the point of this post was but I’d love to hear from you working Mummies, especially those that don’t have the typical 9-5 job and tell me just how you cope when you are not with your family. Do you secretly relish some time alone or are you just dying to squish your baby/ies again?!

P.P.S. Thanks to the genius that is Apple for the invention of Facetime!