Yesterday hubby and I left our three kids overnight for the first time. Before you report us to social services I should confirm that we didn’t leave them alone, but with my very kind and obliging mother who is today very tired after getting only 3 hours sleep ……..welcome to my world!

One of my oldest friends was getting married and hubby and I had been asked to sing at the ceremony. Being the usual disorganised soul that I am, I only gave hubby the music and guitar chords for the songs we were to sing 2 nights before the wedding. To put things in perspective, he is a rock man. More used to playing Led Zepplin or Metallica than hymns. So he probably could have done with a bit more practice time. But he learned the songs, we played well (I think) and got on to the job of enjoying the rest of the day.

I’m not usually the type to cry at weddings, but each and every time I looked at my wee pal, in her wedding dress, looking so stunning and blissfully happy my eyes welled up. I was just so proud of all that she had acheived and so happy that she has met someone that treats her with all the love and respect she deserves. It was an emotional day.

It was also a long day, in the greatest sense. We dropped the kids off at 12 noon, the wedding mass started at 2pm, after that there was quite a drive to the wedding reception. On the way hubby and I stopped for lunch, we chatted over our pizza, read some of the newspaper, chatted some more and generally enjoyed not having to pick the kids cutlery off the floor, or clean the food the spilled all over the table.

We then enjoyed a leisurely drive to the reception, during which we only got lost once! We had a gorgeous meal that evening and I got to dance for the first time in way too long. Since I have been pregnant 3 times in 4 years their hasn’t been much time for discos, but I made up for that last night. My feet are kiling me today, but the blisters bring a smile to my face at the memory of hubby having to share a dance with the old ladies, all the time shooting me daggers from his eyes.

It was lovely to get away for the day, and especially to be allowed to share in such a beautiful occasion. It was heavenly to wake up this morning without someone crying to be lifted, and to have breakfast cooked for us. We may have had slight hangovers, and my head may still be feeling the effects of last nights excesses but boy was it worth it!