… is proving to be one of the most trying and stressful yet hugely rewarding of my life, second only to the first month of motherhood. There is a lot of work to be done, a lot of phone calls to make, a lot of trying to make everything happen at the right times, a lot of hoping that it will all turn out okay. And if it does, the rewards will be huge. Our whole lives seem to be up in the air, which isnt ideal with a four year old, but when its all over, everything will be a lot more settled than it ever has been. Worth it.
Two nights ago, the sick monster paid us a visit. J complained of a “funny tummy” at bedtime and sure enough, a few hours later I woke to cries of “Muuuummyyy…” We caught the next three episodes in a well placed bucket and towel, his little shaky body slumped over my arm. When it was all over, he told me how scary it was: “I thought I was turning into a sick monster” he said. When he was sleeping soundly again, I found myself doing laundry at 1am but not caring one bit.
The next morning, the most wonderful break from all the hard work came in the form of a gloriously sunny Saturday. We slowed right down for the day. Ate a picnic lunch, shared a tub of Haagen Dazs, had a game of football and read stories in the sunshine. But then, amongst much clapping, cheering and jumping up and down, the paddling pool came out and the real fun began.
Oh, sunny Saturday, thankyou. A welcome break indeed. Forgetting about it all for a day to enjoy simple pleasures together.