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15th September 2015
09:00pm BST

2. Ask whoever is at home for updates MINUS the pictures
Of course you'll want updates to let you know that everything at home is A-OK, but what you WON'T want is a picture like the one below when you're out in a club at 2am. Can't make out the writing in the sand? It says, "Esme loves Mummy." Cue tears. Followed by an Espresso Martini. And a shot of tequila. You know, just to get over the picture.
3. Ditch the guilt
Easier said than done but make the most of your night away. After all, it could be another 20 months before you get another one. (Not really - already got my next two in the diary.) While we're all for ditching the guilt, however, make sure when 'letting it go' to leave the Elsa impersonations at home.
4. Brush up on current affairs (or something other than parenting)
After spending two hours in the hotel spa stuck in a conversation about leaky boobs and blocked ducts, I realised something very important: talking non-stop about anything parenting related when you're away from your child isn't strictly classed as being away. You might be physically apart, but it's REALLY hard to switch off from Mummy Mode when all you're doing is talking about the fact you're a Mummy. Use the time wisely and do things you don't usually do - like chatting about current affairs; or, let's face it, sleeping and drinking....
5. Never forget about The Hangover
When you're away from home, it's easy to forget (once you've stopped talking about boobs) that you're a reasonably responsible adult who made and birthed a human not that long ago; however, try not to forget about the following day's journey home, and the small child who will be waiting to greet you at the end of it. If all the excitement gets in the way of curbing any drinking, top up with water when possible. If all else fails, follow these hard and fast rules for surviving a hangover as a parent.
6. DON'T expect a fanfare when you get home
When I received a text to say I was being picked up in the arrivals hall, I got slightly carried away by thoughts of balloons, flowers, 'Esme loves Mummy' signs and open arms all waiting to greet me. In reality, I was left waiting in arrivals for almost 30 minutes before racing outside to be picked up at the drop-off by a stressed husband and cranky toddler who had to be woken from her nap. Welcome home me.
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