It’s been a strange week.
Since Thursday last week the Mummy has been away with Jake & Ellie, first visiting her relatives in Eire & then her parents near London. She was working in north Wales after the trip to Eire, & has actually found that the best way of getting to & from there is by train from her parents’ house north of London, despite our living in south Wales! They’re due back this evening.
Jake & Ellie love their Nanny & Papa & love seeing them, & vice-versa: they always get spoilt with toys & attention.
I’m very mixed about this.
I don’t like being apart from them, especially for so long. I miss them; that goes without saying.
And yet this last week I’ve managed to get more done than any time in recent memory!
I’m completely up-to-date with all my emails. I’ve cleared piles of work that haven’t seen the light of day in literally – and I’m using the word in its correct sense here! – years.
I cleared my desk! I cleared that cupboard! I fixed things!
Looking back it’s staggering how much I’ve got done, especially given my usual track record.
Of not getting things done, that is.
And, if I’m honest, I’ve enjoyed the extra independence. A bit.
As a hands-on parent you’re ‘on call’ 24 hours-a-day, 7-days-a-week.
I’ve had none of that. No-one needing me to do this, go there, get that. It’s been kinda nice.
I could almost get used it!
“Almost”: because I don’t actually want to.
It’s been quiet.
I miss the “I want an apple juice!”.
I miss the “Daddy, come play with me!”.
I miss the silly children’s TV programmes.
I miss my iPod being hi-jacked by ‘My Favourite Mini Disco Songs’. (‘I’m a Barbie Girl’ is Ellie’s favourite; ‘My Friend the Witch-Doctor’ is Jake’s – although I actually like that one. ‘Agadoo’ & ‘The Fast Food Song’? Not so much…)
I even the miss the squabbles & tantrums!
They should be back in an hour or so. then I’ll have the usual running around, the “How have I been here for an hour & not been able to sit down for more than a minute?!”.
The tripping over toys, the play-doh on my shoes, the stickers on my T-shirts, the silly TV, the silly music, the silly squabbles.
I can’t wait!