"I'm sad. I want my Mummy"

It's been an interesting week to date.  I think I am finally over whatever gripped my head, body and bowels with extreme nastiness, but the main change has been Julia went to Leicester Monday morning for some training with work.  She's not back until Friday evening.

I came to work on Monday after dropping Olive off at pre-school, and it soon dawned on me what had happened.  I think my Facebook status summed it up:

There she goes. A woman who holds this house together through all times thick and thin. Now she's away for 5 days and 4 nights leaving a 32yo male and a 2yo daughter to fend for themselves. The pre baked dishes of food give the game away. We will survive.

It hasn't been all too bad.  The first night was spent in exhaustion, and a sad Olive when she realised her Mummy wasn't home.  The next few days have followed a similar pattern, having fun one minute, then a realisation on Olive's part that her Mum isn't home.  We've phoned and spoken to her though, which brings a nice smile to Olive's face.  I've been doing a countdown of sorts, my favourite post on the aforementioned networking site was:

4 days and 3 nights to go. This morning I found Olive in her bedroom struggling to get a swimming nappy on. Correction, sixth swimming nappy on. It took a while to get them off, then we had a bath and I taught her how air is lighter than water with her toys. Or as she put it, "look daddy, I made the doggy do a trump"!

She has been using her time wisely to test the water though.  The greatest philosophical question known to man, "why?" gets a mention at a regular interval now.  She's always wanting chocolate, when she knows she won't get one, and I've already had to buy more little cheeses and banana's.  Don't get me started on last nights bed time, and the ungodly 5.30 wake-up call this morning.

That, was simply not cricket.

Olive's going to her friend Abi's tonight for a bout of typical two year old fun, games, arguments, giggles, tears, and post playtime unwillingness to come home.  She does love it there, and why not?


Take a look at Abi's Mum's blog if you want to see some fun textile creations at Little Hands Dreams


Yet, we have survived to date, even though I have eaten all the pre baked dishes, and we will survive until Mummy returns Friday evening, and can see Olive's smile when she jumps in our bed expectantly Saturday morning.

Oh, I also couldn't find a picture from this week, so thought I'd go back to a previous post (my introduction to an introduction for life via striding edge), and show how happy Jon was for carrying that chair up England's 3rd highest peak.  He wrote regarding having his picture taken recently 'it doesn't happen often - I tend to gurn every-time a camera is pointed at me.

Don't stop.

For your Mum, likely my biggest and only reader of this blog