This Thursday will be our 5th year wedding anniversary. As I’m sure many of you would agree, time really does ruddy fly doesn’t it?! As I write this feature a framed picture of our first dance is directly in my line of view, I can remember that moment so clearly, how could it possibly have been so long ago?

This post is about making time for just the two of you, which in my experience is hard enough what with work, friends and family commitments let alone when a tiny and extremely dependent person joins the fold. I am only 8 weeks in. I haven’t a clue what’s the norm to be honest, we’ve managed 3 “date nights” all of which we were home by 10pm, what happened to us?!

We’re extremely lucky in that my parents live close by and are only too happy to spend the evening with their first grandchild (We were embarrassed to come home early a few weeks ago to find they had invited four of their friends to our house for wine, a take-away and um….Eurovision, in full par-tay mode whilst we were ready for a cup of cocoa and some shut eye) And whilst we have taken full advantage of this babysitting situation luxury we’ve been eager to return home as frankly, we’ve missed Mabel too much to stay away any longer than dessert.

Perhaps this will change in time (As I mentioned, it’s only been two months after all) but I can’t help but worry we won’t make the effort, and I’m a huge believer in making constant effort in a relationship – we’ve been together over a decade and I fully appreciate that even though you might still fancy the pants off each other, you have to show it.

There is nothing like watching your husband with your daughter to make you fall in love with them all over again, I knew James would make the perfect Dad but seeing him with her makes my heart all big and melty. We make a great team the three of us, and even after this short time when she’s not there, if only for a few hours, it feels as though there’s something missing. Weekend mornings (which let’s fact it, can be really early) spent in bed, all watching “The Goodwife” on Netflix and drinking copious amounts of coffee are actually the best mornings I’ve ever experienced. (Mabel is clearly neither drinking coffee or watching an American TV series but is propped up between us smiling away at our sleep deprived state.)

We’ve been discussing summer holidays recently and the thought of all of the baby paraphernalia that would have to accompany us makes my head spin. James has suggested we go away for a long weekend just the two of us and perhaps have a break in the UK with Mabel later in the year. Some quality relaxation time sounds lovely, but the more I think about the possibility of leaving her at home the more I find myself quietly stressing about the situation. And yet I know we should go ahead and make the…effort.

Do any of you folk worry about not spending enough time together, baby or no baby? Does the thought of leaving your littles at home for anything longer than an evening make you feel all peculiar? Am I at risk of becoming deathly dull with nothing but Mabel’s latest minor development and what’s currently happening to completely fictional characters in a pretend law firm to discuss?!

Your feedback and advice as always is muchos appreciated.

Oh and if any of you have some family friendly yet chic getaway ideas and suggestions on how we overcome potentially taking 6 suitcases then I will officially love you forever.