Ok, this is going to sound incredibly selfish but what on earth happened to my weekends? You know the sort, a long lazy lie-in with the one you love, followed by a jaunt through the more eclectic areas of London, stopping for a long, alcoholic, lazy lunch whilst poring over Time Out trying to decide what to do or who to see?
Then a nice supper in front of a roaring fire before having a long, luxurious bath and maybe popping out to the cinema. Or deciding on a Friday morning to go away for the weekend and that hurried scramble to find somewhere (I always loved Bath)
I tell you what happened - The Kids came along!!
Now, don't get me wrong, I adore my kids, they have made me such a better person and I wouldn't change anything, but by heck what I wouldn't give to have a time travel machine to be able to go back and appreciate what I had before my weekends were spent watching football, driving around here there and everywhere, the whole "routine" of being a parent. I guess what I am trying to say is, will I ever get that spontaneity back in my life???