The envious looks as I chatted with mum friends about my child-free hotel stay for half the semester turned to confusion and even disdain when they asked who I was traveling with.
A romantic escape with my husband? A girl is dating a close friend? A bonding experience with my mom?
No, I flew solo and stayed one night alone just for fun.
It was all the sweeter to know that I almost canceled the room a couple of times in the weeks leading up to the trip because I felt a bit selfish for spending all that money on myself.
But I can honestly say it was worth every penny, rested, energized and ready to return to a house full of wild boys for the rest of the semester.
I’ve been a mom for a decade now and my older sons ages 10 and 8 were homeschooled until last year.
My youngest just turned 3 and started preschool this year, so I had a child by my side almost every waking moment for those 10 years.
All of our vacations revolve around what works best for young children, so it was heaven to go to a boutique hotel and not have to worry about the whims of anyone but me.
The idea came about when I decided to see a show in my old hometown that was being put on by an amateur drama company I was once part of.
After checking out some of the cheap hotel prices I decided to make a weekend of it and check into the Hotel Cromwell, a historic former coaching inn I had always admired on the High Street.
As I walked down the corridor to my room, the art deco decor and cozy charm of the quirky building was exactly what I imagined.
My first act was to lay down on the bed and take a nap before heading out onto the high street for retail therapy.
To pass the hours before my evening trip to the theater
just what the doctor ordered to kick start my 24 hours to myself.
It helped that I knew my boys were having a blast too – two were treated to a day out with Grandma and Grandpa, and my oldest was headed to a pal’s for a sleepover he hadn’t seen in a while.
My husband Dee had lost out and was at work but he was on a summer break with his golf buddies and I think he was relieved that he wasn’t asked to stay out on the show.
After a brilliant evening of entertainment with the stage version of Young Frankenstein, I returned to my hotel room after 1am.
I can’t really remember the last night I staggered home after midnight – I felt young again.
The next morning the thick curtains did their job and I woke up at around 9 a.m. without my mini alarm clock ringing from the next room at dawn.
A leisurely soak in the tub before breakfast was also a touch of long-forgotten indulgence.
And the cooked breakfast was delicious and plentiful without the hassle of cooking, cleaning up afterwards, or checking to make sure everyone had eaten enough.
I had even booked a late check out and Sunday roast to make the most of my second day off so I had time to relax in my room before returning to my family for all their stories of our time listen.
When other weary parents out there are thinking how nice it could be to have some alone time without having their partner or kids thrown into the equation, I’m here to say, just do it!
It might feel a bit rampant, but in a world where we’re used to putting everyone else before ourselves, it pays to be your own number 1 priority, if only for one night.
https://www.thesun.co.uk/travel/20431320/mum-hotel-holiday-alone-selfish/ I’m a mum of 3 & I holiday alone – friends think I’m selfish but I don’t care