OPINION
Something very exciting happened in my somewhat mundane life recently.
Something that hasn’t happened for a whole year. My husband and I had 24 hours to ourselves. I know. It’s like winning Powerball, well that’s what the odds felt like, that it would ever actually happen.
I had very generously been given an amazing gift from my in-laws for my big birthday last year of a night at the County Hotel in Napier. I couldn’t wait for some time away from home and family responsibilities.
A night when I didn’t have to take the kids to after-school activities, or wrangle them off a device, or try to convince them that roast beef is actually better than chicken nuggets. A night when we didn’t have to start the bedtime routine at 8 o’clock and finally get them asleep in our bed with us by 10.