I just went on holiday. Alone.
If you’re a parent, I bet you can guess the question I got asked on repeat: "Where are your children?" With their dad.
It wasn’t school holidays. We’d still have to pay for daycare. I was going to a kid-free wedding in rural South Africa. Flights cost the same as a small car and there's a #costoflivingcrisis. You get the vibe.
The kids were FINE.
Once we’d established I wasn’t completely cold-hearted and I did, in fact, miss the kids (and husband), we were safe to continue to the second most common question: "Are you just so relaxed?"
Actually, no.
I couldn’t relax at all. It was far too… quiet.
As a mum to three girls under six, silence isn't golden — it's deeply suspicious.
At home, our family life is noisy and full of tiny people with full-sized personalities expressing themselves. At full volume.
Silence hits different when you're a parent. Silence normally means something has gone wrong, or mischief is afoot. These are the main reasons a hush falls over our house:
When the kids are sick.
The quiet that never fails to tighten my chest, is the unbearable silence of sickness. My girls, usually a whirlwind of babble and chat, go all subdued and droopy when they’re unwell. And if one gets it, they all do. I’m not sure if it's a sympathetic illness or that they’re constantly trying to put their snot on one another (who said girls can’t be gross too?).