It's the small things

We are going away this weekend. To Scotland. To look at wedding venues. Without Will.

I am VERY excited. But not about the couple time, or the wedding planning, or the sleep ins. Although those are, of course, all exciting.

I am excited about not having to share my breakfast

I am excited about peeing being the first thing I do when I awake (naturally) in the morning, rather than change someone else's pee filled nappy, fix his milk, get him settled and then remember at some point that I need the toilet.

I am excited about having a shower, getting dressed, putting make up on, drying my hair...all without 'help'.

I am excited about going to the bathroom alone and taking as long as I like to do whatever I like.

I am excited about napping when I like and for as long as I like.

I am excited about being able to eat chocolate and sweets and other hypocritical parent favourites in the car and on the train and randomly throughout the day - not in secret.

I am excited about falling asleep without that 'how many hours do we have until he is awake' feeling.

I am excited about all of these things but mostly I am excited about missing the small person that means I cannot do all of these things and about coming home to his cute smiles and welcoming arms and appreciating them for how lovely they are.

It's a much needed break and I cannot wait.