Mondays and Wednesdays are Alby and mummy days. It’s no lie to say that I really appreciate
having two whole days every week with my little man and that I’m fortunate
enough to be able to work part time is something that I truly don’t take for
granted.
When Mark comes home from work and asks about our day it’s
often a case more of what haven’t we done than what have we done. Today we took Percy for a walk, went to music
class, visited the doctor’s, topped up on groceries at the supermarket, got the
car washed, headed home to watch a film together, did some chores around the
house, took Percy for a walk stopping at the pharmacy, library and post office
along the way, came home for dinner, puzzles, stories and finally bed.
Along the way we sang songs, told stories, talked about
racing cars (a lot) discussed our plans for the rest of the week and shared
snacks. Let’s not go pretending that the
day is a breeze with Alby and I in total harmony. There were several mummy fails and toddler
fails along the way as there always are (the first one today being when I had
the audacity to turn off my bedroom light whilst Alby was in the toilet. As he was quick to inform me, with much
flailing of the arms and stomping of the legs, that is his job). But
there were also cuddles, giggles, kisses, silliness and giggles too. Alby’s laughter nourishes the soul. It keeps me smiling and I love him for the
happiness that he has and the happiness that he shares.
