Separation Anxiety

Soo, one of the big things I have had to overcome, is leaving my baby and doing things on my own. Don't get me wrong, I am more than happy to leave baby with daddy to go to the gym for an hour or two or hop to the local tescos to grab supplies, but actually spending a full day away from him has still been a bit of a psychological barrier I have had to overcome, especially as I don't have many family members in London who can babysit (and I'm not quite ready for a distracted teenage babysitter just yet). BUT, upon waking up this windy Sunday, I decided it was time. As I am winding back my breastfeeding, it seemed the perfect opportunity to leave bub with daddy today for a boys bonding day and go shopping on my own. I wore ridiculously high stiletto heels for the first time in ages. I wore my glammiest skinny jeans and scotch and soda scarf and headed out faster than you can say "Baby Got Back". Boy, was it awesome. Don't get me wrong, my baby is absolutely my favourite thing in the whole wide world (along with hubby of course), but I needed a break just for myself. I came back with loads of swag, full from my pinkberry froyo and more refreshed than I have felt in a long time. I feel like I needed that day for myself just to read a book, wander aimlessly through the shops and try on bikinis for the first time (Yes, I actually bought something). A happy mummy is a lush mummy. Baby M was covered with kisses and cuddles upon my return, and hubby was rewarded with the naughtiest wifey kiss I could muster. LOVE MY LIFE