Escape

At 6.40 pm on Friday night the husband was still panicking about where we were going. “It hasn’t quite come to fruition yet” were his exact words. There was a lot of frantic googling going on and I knew better to say “for *%#*s sake what have you been doing all week!?” And decided to run with it. Really all he has to sort is where to park our campervan up with a view. It’s not like he was organising accommodation, reservations and tour bookings, but there you go 🙄. Taking the horses away for the weekend got blown out with an incredibly bad weather forecast. Leaving Friday night got blown out with a change in lacrosse practice days for the daughter, so now we have to chauffeur her on the Saturday morning. My standards are so low: view, rest, blue cheese and Baileys. By Friday night I was starting to wonder how many of those I would get.

But if I thought my start to the weekend wasn’t optimal it was better than some.

My midwife mate, the wonderful home birthing mama (with the toddler in the pool) sent me a pic today. She has had the preschooler home from kindy with a stomach bug. 6 manic hours of both ends going. Then the two year old was next. Kindly she warned me not to visit to check on the baby this week. And when I saw the pic I was very relieved...

It’s set in the bathroom, one toddler is naked, dancing, the one with the tina turner hair is dancing inbetween spewing. Behind her, mum is breastfeeding the baby, in the other arm she holds the spew bucket AND she is sitting on the toilet doing bum wee’s ALL AT THE SAME TIME!!!

But what really gets me is that she is laughing. What else can you do??? Dad is obviously the one in the doorway to the bathroom, with the camera, recording this for prosperity. But don’t worry - he has the bum wee’s too.

I think I’ll leave it a while before I visit. I have a lot on. Rushed off my feet, can’t possibly make it!

Racing around Saturday morning to feed horses and pack before we left at 8.30 for sport drop off the radio announcer quietly says we are in for the worst storm in a decade. Checked with hubby we weren’t going to the coromandel as a midwife mate from Tairua is often flooded in? He just gave me a wide eyed, panicked look.

Now being marooned at the beach appealed but I’m pretty sure my midwifery partner wouldn’t want to do all the postnatal driving I have planned for Monday. And would we have enough snacks for a lock in!?!?! Not being in charge of the food was proving the most stressful thing. I got a very dirty look when I asked if he had bought the ‘right’ brand of cheese. Then I thought about alcohol! I was too scared to ask. Surely he had packed Baileys?

Anyway, Saturday morning we roared off in a cloud of dust running late as usual. Stopped in Morrinsville for brekkie and he was still on the phone stressing. Turns out we were on the waiting list for the spa at Lost Springs in Whitianga - nice one husband! And although we missed out on the spa part we still managed a swim in the hot pools with pina coladas on tap. It was awesome! We stayed overnight in a paddock at Simpson’s Beach with a spectacular view, there was cheese, there was gin! There was also a strong chance we wouldn’t get out on Sunday when we got bogged.

What there wasn’t was Baileys but that’s forgiven. Not so easily forgiven is the fact that he hadn’t emptied the poos, or filled up the water. So no using the loo or cleaning our teeth!

But hey, you can’t have everything 😉