1.0Vicky Goodenhttps://www.vickygooden.comvickygoodenhttps://www.vickygooden.com/index.php/author/vickygooden/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="ev1WnXOUh8"><a href="https://www.vickygooden.com/index.php/2019/03/01/my-first-full-day-off/">My first full day off</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.vickygooden.com/index.php/2019/03/01/my-first-full-day-off/embed/#?secret=ev1WnXOUh8" width="600" height="338" title="“My first full day off” — Vicky Gooden" data-secret="ev1WnXOUh8" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.vickygooden.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> https://www.vickygooden.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/7B26EC0D-FB01-4061-B22A-F92B9D9280CF-1024x454.jpeg102445410.13am I’m sitting at a table for one in a kitchen cafe attached to a garden centre. Yes, that’s right people. A garden centre. It’s Friday and I have brought myself out for brunch. The table I am at is looking out on to fields. There’s a reserved sign in front of me for someone else to nab this spot from 12.45. So I’ll just stay here until then yes? I’m opposite a man wearing noise cancelling headphones, going through paperwork. I have just literally told the waitress who brought over my veggie full english ‘Hello, oooh that looks lovely, hey I am out for the first time for a full day on my own in 10 months’. She’s defo chalked me up as mental. Because tis true; in almost 10 months I haven’t had what one would classically call a ‘day off’. Some people who I glare at, think that being on maternity leave is a holiday – HAHAHAHAHAHAHA – **FALLS OFF CHAIR AND IS HOISTED UP AGAIN BY GARDEN CENTRE PEOPLE**. It’s categorically not. And I never thought it would be, or in fact wanted it to be. Being a parent is the most demanding and challenging role […]