Originally posted on "Kaotic Mumma" Blog.
I can be a bit of a contradiction at times. I tend to stick to what I know, but I’m also an insatiable dreamer, which often finds me making random spontaneous decisions… particularly when it comes to travel. So needless to say when the opportunity came up to travel overseas, with none other than my bestest bestie in the whole wide world, I grabbed that sucker with both hands (the opportunity, not my bestie…).
Let’s be real here. Most of us have those moments where we want nothing more than to run away from what can seem like Groundhog Day. Run away from the kids, the housework, the job, and the hubby! These moments may only be fleeting, they may occur multiple times a day, or on THOSE days where the entirety of your brain activity consists of Bali vacay planning or Fijian getaway dreaming. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have daily fantasies of being stuck on a deserted island with a crate full of wine, and Channing Tatum (for entertainment purposes only of course… You know, the DANCING, c’mon people!) In a pair of boxers (cause the leather g-banger just doesn’t do it for me). Unfortunately for most of us Channing Tatum is happily married elsewhere, AND we live in the real world, where we have gorgeous little families, jobs to attend, and households to run. Then sometimes, the universe smiles down on you, and an opportunity comes up that you just can’t refuse.
The way I really saw the opportunity was; taking off with the bestie was actually less, escaping the daily grind, and more taking an opportunity that I knew I would regret if I didn’t. It just so happened to kill two birds with one stone. I love my little family with all of my being, BUT I’m still deep down, under the mum bun, and the active wear, Kirsty. I’m somewhat still the same person that I used to be. The person that loves exploring the world, has a love/hate relationship with being out of her comfort zone… the Kirsty that flies by the seat of her pants, and DOESN’T have to plan each outing to the enth degree, because god forbid you find yourself out without a spare nappy (it almost always ends in a poo explosion). I knew I would miss them terribly, but what’s life if you’re not living?
There were many people that I told about my trip prior to heading off, and mostly I was met with disbelief. I hade questions like,
“Who’s looking after the kids?”
“Nathan’s letting you go?”
“Aren’t you worried about travelling so far away?”
Honestly, I was absolutely terrified, but we discussed the implications of me going away at length, much to my delight (and terror), it was given the green light. I guess I’m pretty lucky to be married to Nath, for a number of reasons. Mostly though, because after all these years he’s learned at least one thing about me, which is; I don’t like to be tied down for too long. I get bored easily, and I’m constantly looking for some kind of stimulation (aside from the caffeinated variety). I’m lucky to have that, and the fact that Nath actually rocks at being a dad. On a scale of 1-10, he’s hit an 11, and I’m still somewhere around the 5 mark… mostly because I figure, I’ve kept at least one of my kids alive for over 3 years, that’s something right? Seriously though, I genuinely had zero concerns about leaving him for a week of solo parenting, and he absolutely aced it.
I’m not gonna lie, our trip was amazing. We enjoyed happy hour, eating whenever we felt like it, we slept all night… even if our stupid mum body clocks woke us up at the ass-crack of dawn every morning. We savoured it. There were days though, that because of the time difference, and lack of internet connection at the worst possible time, we didn’t get to speak to, or see our girls… and by god did that hurt. I never realised just how much I love seeing their squishy little faces. I’m sure there are some people out there who have absolute clarity when it comes to how they feel about #MumLife, and how much it means to them, but often for me, I can’t see the forest for the trees… I’m in it 24/7, and it’s not until I’m away that I truly understand what it all means to me.
By the time I arrived back home, I was holding back the tears. I was so eager to touch and hold my loves that I literally burst with happiness when I saw them. As much as I loved every minute of the adventure we had, it’s not something that I’ll be doing very often. I knew that too, going into it all. These opportunities don’t come up that much in life, and who knows what the future will bring to me and mine. I’m incredibly grateful for everything I’ve been able to do, but right now, I’m even more grateful to be sitting on the couch with my babes watching Cinderella for the 465,000th time. I’ve gained the perspective that I think I was looking for, I hope there will be other adventures in my future, but for the moment, it’s back to the daily grind, the usual #MumLife stuff, and for once, I don’t actually want to be anywhere else.
Behind the blog...
‘The Mummysomniac’ is a lifestyle, motherhood and most recently, pregnancy blog, founded in 2015 by Kirsty McKenzie. She’s a mum of three, blogging about the highs and lows of motherhood, with a straight forward and honest approach, as well as a little bit of humour. Kirsty is passionate about sharing the realities of #MumLife, not the cookie cutter, high gloss version