This morning baby S is at his first settle at nursery. As i told people about today their comments were mainly along the lines of ‘oh gosh are you worried, are you nervous, I’ll bet you’ll miss him?’
I’m not sure if I’m just a cold, heartless cow but i didn’t think i would, and i was right – i don’t.
Perhaps it’s because both the boys have always seemed pretty independent and happy to be left with family and friends.
Perhaps it’s because he will be in the same building as his brother, where i know all the staff and know he will be well looked after.
Perhaps it’s because I’m finding all the selflessness of being a mum a bit of a struggle at the minute and I’m desperate to claw back a little bit of me time.
Perhaps it’s because neither of them can sit still for a minute. EVER.
He’ll be there for 3 hours, 3 hours is not so long.
3 hours is just enough time to catch up on MIC with a cup of coffee (that i won’t have to keep on a shelf and forget) and a chocolate biscuit (that i won’t have to ‘share’). I’ve done my nails, written this post and put a load of washing on. I’ll hit publish, flick through a couple of magazines and then I’ll be off to get him.
It’s a 20 minute walk and on my stroll I’ll start to grin inanely to myself and increase my pace; because despite not missing my littlest that doesn’t mean that i won’t be bloody excited to see his crazy little face come bumbling towards me when i arrive.
You see that’s the best thing about having a bit of time out, it really helps restore the equilibrium.