Cry Freedom

Cry Freedom
So, this weekend was our first entire weekend away from the baby (and the first time I spent even one night with out her in the same room). Needless to say,after packing and moving, traveling, living in terribly overpriced terribly ‘delicate’ (read breakable) Chelsea short term flat and spending the last TWO months of my life courting real estate agents while pushing baby, stroller, multiple property printouts, maps with makeshift attached carseat dragging from bottom of buggy…I was rather exhausted and between this and post-pregnancy looking more like one of Stalin's camp refugees! The good news was that my darling husband surprised me with an exotic weekend away, the bad news was that like with many husbands I had to insist on him coming up with this surprise. However, it turned out delightfully well. We went to Malta and stayed in a five star hotel, which was Marvellous. I was very proud of myself since I waited until atleast an hour had passed and I was on the bus to the airport before my first ‘check in’ call on the grandparents,whom I have realized I have living in fear of me on how to handle,carry, treat and feed the baby---just as it should be! That last comment if said allowed would have been said in lighthearted jest but let’s face it ‘nothing is ever said in jest’…

Anyway, even though we were exhausted and I was desperate to just sleep. I have had this on going sleep dep headache for I don’t know how long…
Two things seemed to stop us from getting the much needed sleep…one being that my husband is part Scottish, which means that since he’d paid for breakfast, we would be awake to eat it-even if it was doomsday! A true Scotsman never wears anything under his kilt-but that might be because he doesn’t want anything coming between him and his wallet!!! So, both days my ‘lie in’ seemed to have us up at 9am UK time! However, it wasn’t entirely his fault –the second problem was that I’ve never been to Malta and it’s FULL of important history and architecture-sadly, most of it someone else’s. Modern Malta seems to consist of people who were too rough to stay in Sicily. However, I should take that back because they were all generally polite and nice to us (even with out a baby-which many of you may know is the key to getting immediate generosity and kindness from almost all Italians and/or Mexicans).

There’s a little problem I have that no matter how tired I get, I don’t want to miss anything. Every time I go to a film festival, I find myself thinking tomorrow I’ll sleep in/go to bed early and the next thing I know I’m marching down to the first screening or tagging along for that elusive perfect party I might miss!

In the end though – I must say, Malta was wonderful and it turns out so was the baby. We still suffered from slight parental dependency and did need to check throughout the day but she was fine. I don’t know how people used to survive with out cell phones! When we came back she was happy and exhausted from an intense weekend of grandparents/baby lov-a-thon and thank God, we both took the next day off for rest –so in the end I got my rest. Now, if only I could convince my mother in law to stop coming up with new illnesses the baby might have...as she notified us that during our absence she (the baby who's never thrown up) must have had a dodgy tummy since she only ate a normal supper?!