I knew this was going to be a tough two weeks and I wasn’t wrong… I feel like we’re pulled in too many directions at the moment – still working, still at nursery, starting Duncan at nursery school. I ended up in floods of tears on Thursday morning because the fridge is still leaking water. Not a major deal, but my ability to cope has been eroded pretty thin.
Half way through a tough two weeks…
On the plus side, I’m also all emotional about watching my wee boy grow up. See this kid in his school uniform? That’s my baby. He doesn’t look so little any more and he’s clearly thrilled to be in school. This photo was taken after class too – so this grin represents the fun he had while he was there.
Showing mum the plant Duncan planted at Drum Castle
I have two more weeks at work until I start a three year career break. More importantly, the boys only have two more weeks at nursery.
Up until Duncan was two, nursery was great. It was a bright space with lots to do and plenty of caring staff. Fraser’s loving it. But when Duncan got a bit older, things stopped being okay. The government’s legislated ratios increase drastically so there’s more kids in a room at precisely the age when independence and parenting styles becomes more of an issue. As confident and happy as we were with the staff in our nursery, we could see that Duncan was less happy and that it would be impossible for the staff to keep an eye on everything at once. One or two problem kids in a room of 24, even with four good staff, can cause havoc.
Hanging out with history
Of course D will still need interaction with other kids, but that’s easy. He starts at the state nursery (kindegarten) associated with the local primary school next week – 2.5 hours a day. It’s the most fabulous place I’ve ever seen and we were very impressed with his orientation visit last June. Now to find a playgroup for Fraser….
To be honest, aside from the absolute panic about being unemployed and some frantic financial calculations, we’re really looking forward to this new(old) family set up. Things were far less stressful when I was on maternity leave; we knew that I’d be able to sort out everything for the boys leaving Cory to focus on work. Life is just easier when one person does the family organizing… and now I should have the time. That doesn’t mean Cory doesn’t have to do the dishes though…
Aside from the upheaval to my identity, and my life plan, it was an easy decision. Of course it’s taken us ages, with lots of discussion, midnight tears, and vacilliations. But I know in my heart that we’re doing the right thing and I’m actually feeling pretty lucky that we’re able to make this change. Not only does Cory make enough to support us, but the real key was me not making very much. If I was on a higher salary we’d have spent more on our house and be dependent on my salary so that this wouldn’t be an option. Financially all we’re missing out on now is a bit of pension contributions. Scrap a couple fancy holidays in a few years time and I’m sure we’ll make up the deficit. And I’d rather have all these days with my boys now than see the world. (My 20 year old self is horrified…).
the only thing missing – Papa!
There should be no second-child syndrome in our house Fraser; at least you definitely can’t complain about a lack of photos. These days Daddy takes about three of you for every one of Duncan (and 100 of you for every one of me) because you’re at this wonderful expressive stage and love playing up to the camera.
This month is probably the first month where how long you will sleep has ceased to crowd out all other intelligent thought. We still have the occasional bad night, but we can almost count on you sleeping through to five, which means seven solid hours from 10pm. Once a week you seem to treat us and sleep through until 6 am. Very humane of you and very appreciated.
We’ve had a wonderful time with Nana and Bompa visiting us last week, which I’ll write about in detail in the next post. Extra special was how you cuddled right in to Bompa the minute he arrived, snuggling your head into his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him. Watching that almost made me cry. The only thing that’s not perfect about our lives is how far we live from family, so seeing you build a bond with Bompa after nine months apart was very very special to me.
Why buy bunk beds? You both seem to prefer sleeping inside the computer desk instead.
Other new skills this month include using the slide in the back garden all yourself (amazing and heartstopping when you transfer that skill to the bigger slides at the park) and regularly feeding yourself your dinner. This growing independence is wonderful but hard for your mother. Not only am I cleaning the floor a lot more often, but it’s hard to watch you run away from me and potentially into danger. Part of growing up, but it makes me want to hold you close and put you back in the sling, safe with me.