There’s little more exciting in a Mum’s world than a trip to the shops on her own! It’s like a mini-break to a place where no Dad really wants to go. You can usually get away with a casual saunter through the aisles (unless you are in a high-voltage sprint to get the missing ingredient for dinner), but you never really can get out of Mummy mode, can you? Here is SAHM’s Krissy’s take on her 8 minutes of freedom…..
- Oh that’s awesome.
- Someone’s put the milk away, empty.
- And do I have to realize this at the Worst. Possible. Time.
- Why do we have to drink 3 litres of milk a day?
- Those kids are almost at maximum feral level
- I’m outta here.
- Yah, if hubby thinks he is being rewarded for putting away empty milk”¦he’s dreaming.
- Where are my keys?
- Where could they possibly be?
- Wish I had one of those old-school key rings that whistles back to you.
- I’m sure I put them on the hook.
- I’ll check the kids’ room.
- Bloody hell, where are they?!!
- Oh there they are.
- Still in the front door.
- Right, now what was I doing?
- Milk.
- No you’re not coming.
- No. No-one is, Mum’s going on her own.
- Yep, it’s gonna be a blissful eight minutes all on my own.
- After today, I deserve it!
- Fine I’ll sneak out the back then.
- Aaaahhhhh.
- That’s better.
- The sound of silence.
- Maybe I could just sit here and enjoy it for a minute.
- Yes! Finally alone.
- Bugger! They’re peeking through the blinds.
- Quick! Take off before I have to take one with me!
- Time for some music.
- Loud music!
- Woot, woooooot!
- I love this song!
- Louder!
- I feel so freeeee!!
- And young!!!
- And like I’m out dancing!!!!
- Ooops, best not miss the servo.
- Or should I?
- I could just keep on driving?
- With the wind in my hair.
- I’m winding down the window!
- And sticking my head out a bit!
- Yah! Wind in my hair.
- Shit! Bug in my mouth!
- Oh that’s so gross.
- Where was I again?
- Oh yes. Running Away.
- Far, far away.
- I could become a gypsy and travel from place to place.
- And be mysterious.
- And have super cool earrings.
- Scarves! I’d have to get some good gypsy scarves too.
- The kids will be fine.
- I could visit when my caravan is passing through this way”¦.
- Bit slack leaving them without milk though.
- Alright I’ll pull into the servo then.
- Sorry, what did you say? My ears are ringing.
- Yes, I do normally drive around with the music up that loud.
- Just the milk thanks buddy.
- No I don’t have any flybys.
- No I don’t want any gummy bears with that.
- Oooh, but I do want a mint aero bar.
- Holy crap! Forgot my wallet!
- Hang on a tick, I’ll check the car for change.
- There’s got to be more than that.
- I’ve already had a bite of the aero bar.
- I’ll have to pay for it.
- Wonder if they’ll judge me for paying in 5 cents coins?
- Well it is money.
- Serves them right for being a smart arse about my music.
- Right – back in the car.
- Turn left to a life time of freedom and awesome gypsy earrings?
- Turn right and back to the land of chaos?
- What a cross road.
- Last chance.
- Turned right.
- Still felt a bit slack about just thinking about running away without leaving milk.
- Woooooo. Radio gold mine!
- Another winner.
- Home again, home again.
- Giggidy, gig.
- That’s not the right saying.
- Hah. It’s been hijacked by that sleazy guy from Family Guy.
- My ears are ringing.
- Feels like I’ve been out all night.
- My 8 minute dance party.
- Just what I needed!
- Amazing what an 8 minute break can do.
- How could I ever dream of running away from these darlings?
- I’m pretty sure my heart is bursting with love right now.
- Must remember to actually take the keys inside this time.
- Okay, okay. I’ve only been gone for 8 minutes!
- Yes, I love you too guys.
- Who’d like some milk?
- Stop jumping, please.
- Stop jumping near the baby, please.
- WE DO NOT JUMP ON BABIES.
- Holy cow.
- Probably should have phoned home at the cross roads.
