Mummy Day Off

Every now and again I need a day off.

A day away from the kids, a rest from the noise and dramas.

Before kids I lived on my own for 10 years.

Now I wish I had enjoyed that alone time much more than I did!.

I took myself off to Burra today.

I got to listen to my choice of music in the car.

I wandered around Antique shops with no one demanding a loo.

I got to eat my lunch all by myself.

 

I enjoyed chatting to a potter in her studio.

And no one was bored and pulling at my leg.

 I wandered the streets and read the heritage information signs.

I meandered along paths with no idea where I was going, 

or where the nearest toilet was.

 I hiked up hills and had a good look around.

With no one complaining they don't like walking.

 

I listened to the birds and heard rustling in the grass.

Not a scream to be heard or a fight to be umpired

I was awed by the past.

I admired the skills of stone masons and builders.

And wondered at the harshness of life of a miner and his family.

I explored historic buildings.

Taking the time to read the captions of photographs

And finding a wool carder!

I guessed what this was before I even read the card.

Every now and again I need to be reminded that 

I need to look after me, to be the best mother I can be.

And that includes giving myself some time off.

And now I am home...

The kids are tired and hungry.

The 'witching' hour is here.

I better get into the kitchen and feed everyone.

I had a lovely day.