This week I enjoyed the luxury of a day to myself.
I refuse to feel guilty about it.
Maybe just a little.
Usually, if Magoo is in care I am on my way to work, at work, or on my way from work.
During the school holidays I still go into work on the day that he is at care to prep and meet with colleagues.
With maternity leave looming, I decided weeks ago that I wouldn't go into work this week
- but Magoo still went to daycare.
Sinful, I know.
We're pretty much a package deal, Magoo and I.
Like most pre schoolers and their Mums - we go almost everywhere together.
Especially seeing as he's currently an only child and fairly well behaved (hee hee - watch me eat those words in the coming days!) - I can usually manage appointments, catch-ups, chores, shopping and all the rest with my little sidekick.
Even on weekends with home renovations, family outings and Hubby's paddling commitments, Magoo and I tend to spend most of our days together.
Not on Thursday.
I flew solo.
It felt weird - but a pretty fantastic weird!
I went to the gym, met a gorgeous friend for coffee, made my way through a mammoth list of shopping, gift buying and cluck cluck clucking at some teeny,tiny clothes - before meandering back to pick up Magoo.
Magoo who asked me "how woo work was, Mummy?"
No guilt, remember?
Mummy niggles aside, it was a terrific day.