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It was finally ‘me’ time. Two hours of total bliss.
It was a lazy Friday … and a dirty one too. I had not changed the kids or cleaned the house for the 14th time in one day. The used plates from breakfast were still lying on the table and it was nearing dinner time. Thankfully, there were some leftovers from a day before and heating them up was the only cooking I was interested in doing.
I was surfing through my Instagram when some magic words popped up: ‘Let’s meet up for dinner, today’.
Oh will I? Damn right, I will. It was ONLY 6pm AND not too late to accept the invitation.
Flash would have shied away if he had seen me that evening. In 20 minutes, dinner was served and I was in the car, still juggling to paint my lips but I still felt all set for a dinner date with my old college friend.
No toddlers fighting in the back seats pulling at each other’s hair, rubbing food all over the interior of the car or asking a 150 questions per hour.
Though there was no night breeze rushing through my mane, I felt just as free as a wild horse. I pressed down on the accelerator, humming whatever unrecognisable tune was playing on the radio.
The restaurant was over-crowded but the food was good even though I was served salmon the size of a finger and the salad had an overdose of parsley.
My friend and I giggled and chatted about the good old days, talking about college over and over again like we were paying homage to it.
As I nibbled on my ice-cream I smiled to myself, slyly, all of this ice-cream all to myself, alone. No spoons shoving in to take half of it away.
I drove home with a smile on my face and a sense of relaxation in my heart. And there was not even a slightest spark of guilt.
I needed to detach and forget everything for a little while. I am a stay-at-home mum. I am also a human with needs.
