The Reflex, Re Re Reflex.
So, there I was, Christmas week, leaving my new born baby in the very capable hands of my mother and sister to go to a Duran Duran concert in Dublin. What the hell was I thinking? He was 16 days old; I wasn’t even used to him being on the outside of me yet. The tickets were a present from my family for my landmark birthday earlier in the year, which happened to coincide with the week I found out I was expecting the new born I was now feeling homesick for. That was a big week. Even though I didn’t expect it, I’ve turned out to be a bit of a clingy parent. I thought I would skip out the door the first chance I got when I had my first baby, but instead I irritated my mother with phone calls every 20 minutes to see if baby was ok. I was a bit better this time, he is my third and I should be getting better at the job, but I still found it hard to leave. I met up with hubby and we had a bite to eat. Then we parked up the cars and took the tram to the concert venue in the c