Most of you will know that Mr C came into my life after I became a mama of two little girls. As a best friend he was instrumental in me starting to believe that I could nail the whole single motherhood thing, even when he was thousands of miles away. Literally. On a big boat. When we both decided that we’d be better together than as single units, my girls were five and seven. Not babies, not toddlers – fully fledged kids that needed to have a secure understanding of what was going on in their worlds. So from the start it was the four of us ‘dating’, working out if we would work as a new unit. Over the past two years, almost everytime we’ve gone away for a short trip or holiday, we’ve done it with the little bears. Even our Honeymoon, which became our familymoon.
This is the best move we made as a couple, but the hardest. We’ve not had the time for conventional dating. You know, where you can be selfish as a couple and just forget the rest of the world for a while. Because in our world there have always been two others. And those two others have needed to know what we were all in this together. So it’s been important, but not without the sacrifice of indulgently lazy adult time.
Now I’m six months pregnant and team C is growing. We joked and mused for a while that we need a babymoon; a more-than-one-night getaway before 4 becomes 5 and life gets a bit more crazy. And this time it really needed to be a break for two. Adult time. We weren’t sure if this would happen at all because unlike our littlest bear who visits her dad every three weeks for the weekend, our oldest bear stays with us completely full time. But after a lot of hmmmmming we bit the bullet and locked in May bank holiday weekend, asking my folks if they would look after my oldest for two nights, whilst the youngest was with her dad. Childcare sorted. But where to go? Venice? Rome? Some exotic Greek Island?
We’ve gone for Scarborough. Please Lord, don’t let it rain the whole time.
To be honest, I wouldn’t mind (too much) if it did. 48 hours of sea air, fish and chips in their wrappers, walking along the beach holding hands and the chance for us to finish whole grown-up conversations. It sounds pretty perfect to me.
And just two weeks to wait for it. Hurray!