Sunday, 2 August 2009

New York, New York

Finally, the time has come. Every mother goes through it. I'm referring to the first time you leave your child for a prolonged period of time (i.e. longer than the couple of hours where the babysitter sits in your house and gets paid to make sure your child is sleeping). My sister is having man trouble (ahh, the heady days of man trouble and a worry free life) and so, as the dutiful sister, I've booked a ticket out to NYC for a much needed girls night. Indulgent? Yup. But (and this probably goes against all PC lines) I'm quite looking forward to two nights of girlie eating, drinking and a baby-free existence. Don't get me wrong, I love H, but there is something quite intoxicating about a completely stress free night - no feeding, no worrying the baby is suffocating, no having to get up in the middle of the night. Freedom!

We're staying at The Gansevoort and I'm in the process of planning various bars, shops and restaurants to visits during my flying visit. I'm looking forward to spending some quality time with my sis whilst at the same time enjoying some 'me' time. H will be six months old and it will be the first time I've left him overnight. I'm sure he'll cope - and I'm sure I will too (once I've downed a couple of large glasses of wine).

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