The inevitable lack of spontaneity once you have a baby was one of the more difficult obstacles James and I had to consider, discuss and come to terms with during the months we were awaiting Mabel’s imminent arrival.

“How trivial!”… some of you may well be thinking, and yes, in the grand scheme of things and more than nine months down the parenting line I might be be tempted to agree with you. But then it depends on the individuals, your previous lifestyle, your desires and your career responsibilities. Being able to drop everything last minute is a pre-requisite in my job, it always has been. For the most part this has obviously had to change, meetings get scheduled as far in advance as possible, the team take advantage of press trips/product launches and some events simply don’t get attended. I’m a mother, my daughter’s needs comes first.

Last Monday we were invited to Rome by a new client of Rock My Wedding, the trip was that Thursday to the Saturday. I didn’t even consider I would go, not only was it too long a period to spend away from Mabel, there was no way on earth I could organise the logistics in time.

I have never been to Rome. I have always wanted to go to Rome. After much consideration I broached the subject with James. Without boring you with the details he wanted to see his family in Cheshire and Mabel hadn’t seen her Granny since Christmas, he suggested that they go together for a few days whilst I was in Italy.

The trip was super, a complete whirlwind but amazing for networking and on reflection, a good opportunity for Adam and I to be able to spend a few hours simply discussing the future of the business. Whilst sitting outside (it was 16 degrees in January!) we planned the next three big projects over coffee and posh amaretto flavoured biscuits.

Sometimes you need to simply go someplace else in order to be truly inspired I guess.

I won’t fib, the last day, which mostly consisted of travelling was tough. It felt too long to leave my baby, there were times I felt quite bereft – missing her can make me feel physically unwell at times. But I don’t regret going. Opportunities like that don’t come around very often.

I think it’s important to still be spontaneous every once in a while. But secretly? I’m thoroughly enjoying being a complete homebody that makes beef stew in a slow cooker and watches endless box sets. In fact, I’ve never been happier.

How have you lovely lot dealt with the lack of spontaneity?

Is there a limit to how much time you can spend away from your littles? Two overnight stays in a row for me is my absolute limit at the moment, I think it’ll be a long time before I attempt it again.

*Did I say coffee with the posh biscuits? There may have also been a few glasses of wine… Hence the spinning around/dancing like an odd flailing tree in image 2. Ahem.