Get away, that is. The only way to do it is suddenly. Drop everything on your plate, except the baby, who in any case will be in your arms and not on the plate, and make a run for it. That is exactly what we did last Friday.
Not that we intended to, and that is the precise point. N had been grumpy lately, thanks to the not-so-nice after effects of the MMR jab. A quick trip to and chat with the doc revealed nothing to worry about. So when he got up Friday morning, whining and generally grumpy, A and I knew what the rest of the Easter break was going to be like - not very pleasant, to say the least.
A few phone calls, and we were off. Record breaking time taken in packing self, luggage and baby. All aboard A's much-loved automobile, and we were on our way to the Midlands, on a genuine, spur of the moment, fully impulsive getaway.
And what a wonderful time we had!
To more impulsive decisions - the ones that turn out alright!
