This is #day4.
Every day (Monday – Friday) over the summer, I am writing a short post about our day. The posts highlight some of our fun times, boring times, and imperfect times.
#day4
06:03 “Mummy can I go downstairs?”
The day had begun.
. . . . . My
. . . . . . . . mind and body
. . ached
. . . . . . . . . . for
. . . . . . sleep.
What needed to happen today?
• Deadlines
• Invoices
• The builders arriving
• Get outside –
• Maybe the city?
• Or the park?
The weather looks typically British and unpredictable.
Mummy works while daddy and boy play Pac-Man.
It’s 09:00.
Daddy heads to the bank.
Boy snuggles.
Mummy keeps working.
Daddy returns.
Still no builders.
The sun shines.
A message is sent.
The builders will come tomorrow.
It’s lunchtime. The primary deadline is met.
We head to a pub for lunch. There is an outdoor play park.
Boy plays and climbs and jumps and runs.
Daddy gets some good news.
Time for a celebratory beer.
The clouds thicken and darken.
The boy tires and flops to the ground.
He cannot face walking home.
“Taxi!”
We arrive home and the rain falls – heavily.
Snuggle. Dinner. Play. Bed. Invoices.
As always, I wasn’t a perfect mummy.
Boy was perfect – in my eyes.
And my husband… well, he’s human too.
We went to bed, early. Tired.
Tomorrow, the builders will come (we hope). I will put my work away and hang out with my boy.
How do you balance work and play (and the need for sleep)?
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