I’ve been parenting solo all week as Dadtired has been “working” *ahem* in the south of France.
Flying Solo happens often, and I’m used to doing morning & bedtime on my own with the children, but this week has been different.
Little Mister has been very unsettled, which is most unlike him. He’s usually my sleeping guaranteed child but not this week.
Every morning this week, around 4.30am he noisily announced his coming into my room. Sometimes he’d sneaking into my bed or other times he’d just wake me up & ask when’s Daddy was coming back.
Either way he woke me up and couldn’t get himself back to sleep.
He’s so tired; he’s broken, poor thing.
I’m tired, too. It’s been a long time since I had a week of broken sleep!
End of term arrived for us on Friday. We’ve had a seven week term and this last week has felt long. We limped to the end-of-term finish line.
I loved watching both of their school Easter Story plays this week.
Mademoiselle’s class filmed theirs like a news bulletin. Our school and a Green Screen were used as the backdrop & the children were great.
Mademoiselle is growing up so quickly. Having been a WAHM for the last five years, I can’t imagine now every missing a school performance or assembly. So having my work just 10 minutes away from school is priceless!
Parenting solo for a week means I also get all the cuddles. This week both children have been very clingy, and I’ve been the one who’s benefitted from all their desires for hugs. There have been so many, even from the 9 year old.
But the root of their emotions? It’s the first week our nanny has been with us, Grandma has gone home & Dadtired isn’t here, so there are bound to be lots of emotions flying around this week.
I also found out that Little Mister has been hungry all week. At 6.45 Friday morning, he told me he missed my cooking. This broke my heart but also explains his unexplained early wake-up calls.
I love him forever for that – *there aren’t many people who like my cooking!!* – But their carer is a qualified chef having trained at Leith’s Cookery School, so her cooking can’t be bad at all. But my mum would often say things taste better when cooked with love. That must be it, then!
I hope you’ve had a good week
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I'm Tracey, nice to meet you. Mummyshire was 'born' three years ago after we moved from London to the Oxford countryside. Here I chart our journey adjusting to our new lives, the challenges of being in the countryside & surviving parenthood.