Why Taking a Mum Break is a Must

I’ve recently had a long weekend break to Spain with friends. A break WITHOUT kids!

I don’t do this sort of thing very often. In fact, since having my youngest back in 2013, I think I’ve had a total of three overnight trips away; two with my husband and one last year with friends. Why? because I guess, like many other mums, I feel guilty for taking time off. Guilty for leaving my children, when looking after the kids, feeding them and getting them to and from school is primarily MY job.

And before I went away, as with those three other breaks, I felt anxious before going; anxious about sorting out the childcare, anxious about ensuring that every day life complete with school runs and dinners would continue without too much disruption. I also had my usual thoughts about dying. For some reason, whenever I’ve had a break without the children, especially if this involved flying, I imagine scenarios where the plane might crash or an accident happens and I’ll never see my kids again.

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6 Reasons To Love Paris (& 3 to Not)


The Husband and I have just got back from Paris, we all survived. We didn’t die and leave the kids orphans. Everyone coped at home although typically our youngest was sick all of the first night, throwing up in every single bed. We were oblivious, enjoying 3 nights; our longest break away from the kids ever, having a fantastic time!

It felt brilliant to have some real time away from the kids. To talk and walk at an adult pace and spend time together being someone other than “Mummy” for just 3 days. It also really made me appreciate the kids more coming home after a break.

Here’s why I love Paris:

1) Café Culture


No matter that it was absolutely freezing cold, the Parisians insist on sitting outside, cosy beneath heaters to drink their coffee or wine and watch the world go by. I lost count of the number of pit stops we had over our weekend, but they were always a welcome break from trekking miles across the city. I love the fact that people in Paris seem to have time or MAKE time to stop and talk. I’ve done a lot of people watching this weekend and I can confirm that the Parisians spend hours and hours over lunch and dinner. They take their time to eat, drink and talk with their friends and family.

2) Language

Ahhh! There’s something so special about the French language, it’s so soft. I absolutely adore listening to French people gabbling away. I also enjoy TRYING to speak it. I’m nowhere near fluent, and I can just about get by, but I think the French really appreciate you having a go. The husband and I haven’t been to France for 3 years, but it’s amazing how, when surrounded by people speaking the language, words and phrases come back to you. Strange, odd words came back to us when we needed them like “hats” and “gloves”. I know my French leaves a lot to be desired, but I enjoyed trying to speak it and it felt a real shame when we got home thinking that we wouldn’t be speaking it again for a long time.

3) Close By

My husband is not a fan of flying and so this is the reason we’ve been to Paris 4 times together. Getting the Eurostar is such a pleasant and relaxing way to travel. It took us 2 hours and 40 minutes to get from London to Paris. Strange to think it could take me that time to get to Manchester and yet the difference in culture is immense. Strange also to think that it took us nearly the same amount of time to get home from London to Essex on a Sunday with the rail replacement bus service!

4) Fantastic Food and Drink


The French love taking their time over their food and I can understand why, it’s amazing! For breakfast, lunch and dinner all of our meals were outstanding. On our last night, we stumbled across an old authentic French restaurant that hasn’t really changed since it was first opened in 1845 (photo above). They prided themselves on this and so the toilet was the old fashioned type (hole in the ground job), they didn’t accept credit or debit cards (the husband had to run out for cash) and the décor was pretty simple (red and white check table cloths). We were the only customers that weren’t French. The food was unpretentious and fantastic.

I love red wine but I tend to drink Riojca or Malbec, I’ve never really drink much French wine. But when in Paris, I drank Bordeaux and it was very good. Perhaps the French wine I’ve previously had was the cheaper stuff?!

5) Love

I’m not sure whether it’s down to all that red wine, lots of good food or just because they’re a happy bunch, but the Parisians all seemed to be in love. Most of the couples I saw whether on their own or with kids were constantly draped all over each other. I guess it’s infectious because it made The Husband and I feel a little bit romantic.

6) Artists


Paris always has and still does seem to attract the real artist types. From painters, writers, musicians and dancers, there still seems to be this attraction to the arts which adds to the romance of the city.

Here’s a Few Minor Qualms about What I Dislike About Paris:

 1) Smoking

It’s really noticeable coming from the UK where not many people smoke now. In Paris everyone is at it. Young and old and I think this is why so many people sit outside so that they can chuff away. I used to smoke socially when I was younger but the thought of it now makes me feel sick. I was a bit annoyed with The Husband who caved in on the last day and bought a packet of cigarettes to join in.

2) Expensive

We’ve known this since our first time in Paris that it’s very expensive. A beer can cost the equivalent of £16. We naively said “yes” when asked if we wanted water with our breakfast one morning and was charged 11 Euros (about £8.50) for the priviledge! I’d love to have stayed longer in Paris, but I think we would have to re-mortgage the house.

3) No Tea

Again, this is another fact that I’m well aware of in France. They are NOT tea drinkers. As a complete addict, I found it hard, especially in the mornings not to have a cuppa to get me going. Despite asking for “The au lait” I always managed to get an odd assortment of herbal tea or hot milk or both. I guess Parisians love coffee and this is one thing we have to differ on.

On balance, I think the good definitely outweighs the bad. I love red wine, the café culture, the food and the language. I think I could have been born a Parisian.

“Could we live here?” I asked the husband. “Could we move here?”

“Not at these prices,” he grumbled.

Ultimately, I love Paris and I’m sure we’ll be back again.



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