This week marks the first days in my official return to RRR-dom, to what is, in many ways baby#1 (a quieter and cleaner but no less demanding child!).
Post baby#2 (Sammy, 2ish) and baby#3 (Edith, 4 months), it is a somewhat different horizon to my early RRR years when 7 hours sleep was de rigeur (ha!) and travelling was possible without nineteen bags, far too many snacks and an endless ‘just-in-case’ trips to the loo. Oh the glamourous life…These days, my Marketa tote is embarrassingly full of Peppa mags, Thomas the Tank Engine Pants and Babybels but somehow the kiddies are managing to co-exist and sometimes overlap.
It’s difficult to step back from your own business but what has been lovely in the past months is how well looked after baby#1 has been. Nothing puts you in your place quite like realizing you are completely replaceable! Whilst I’ve been combing out the locks of babies with far too much hair, and living the joys of potty training, Red Ruby Rouge has been in far more capable hands than my own and it’s me that now needs trained up to make sure I’m up to scratch. Perhaps I should go away more often *booking flights*….