I’ve been working freelance for a while now, but I still get nervous when I have to change location. Naturally my work is just as doable on a train, in cafe in New York, on a houseboat in Kerala (wifi permitting), but tomorrow I am going to Dublin for a week with the children but no John. I’ll have my Dad with me, but I probably won’t be able to ditch the children with him for very long on any given day. It’s fine. There are mornings and evenings – they’re not awake around the clock, so I’ll still get several hours a day in, but it means that I need to get all my location-specific things done today – my VAT return, sending out Tradescant & Son swatches etc.
I haven’t gone away from Oxford with the children but without John for a week before. I’m looking forward to spending a week in Dublin, but am also more than a little jealous of the unbroken peace and quiet that John is going to have! I have been able to set up two unusual playdates though – one with somebody I haven’t seen since primary school, but with whom I reconnected online a year or two ago, who has children the same age as mine (give or take), and one with somebody I have never actually met! We met online, on a makeup discussion board of all places (also where I met my now best friend, as it happens!), about 10 years ago, and stayed vaguely in touch via social media over the years as we blogged, got married, had children and shared a love of COS. So this week we are meeting in person in the very playground that I practically grew up in, in Merrion Square.
So yeah. I shouldn’t be freaking out. I’ll still have masses of time to work and I get to meet old-but-new friends. Will also bring swimming kit and aim to bring the children to the pool if they’ll go for it.
Packing light. Will have to bring a hell of a lot of My Little Ponies for infant entertainment, so will be limiting my own wardrobe pretty strictly. Leather jacket, white shirt, jeans. New Stan Smiths (a breakaway purchase for me, having finally realised that Converse are a bit Mum) and have dug out old cheerful Mar Jacobs bag.