Cosleeping

I am utterly rubbish at going to sleep without Rob here. I'm not even afraid, this time (usually I am afraid when alone in the house at night). I just miss him.

Which is a damn shame, because the evening was incredibly easy without the excitement of his arrival revving the children up again just before bedtime.

Edit: 1 am. I fail at adulthood. Can I blame postnatal hormones?

Busy day

Today's laundry total: 4 or 5 loads, I can't remember how many loads the bedding took in the end. 2 loads which were neither nappies nor bedlinen, though.

Today's walking total: I have no idea. One and a half miles because we went the wrong way to a home ed group, and then 3/4 of a mile back the correct way. That was too far for Emer in the heat, and my hips weren't thrilled about it either.

Today's food total: We basically ate banana muffins instead of meals. And apples. That's ok. We had the second half of the wonderful sausage and bean casserole Rob left for us at dinnertime, with slightly fancy couscous (because I was heating up yesterday's leftover couscous so figured I might as well add things to it).

The children helped me tidy the garden a bit - I hope someone will come to cut the grass on Sunday, because I can't push the mower and Rob can't find the time, and the grass situation is getting serious. We're hoping to have people over while Rob is away in America and they'll need garden play space.

I contain multitudes: I can really enjoy the simpler life of not having Rob arriving home in the evenings, meaning the kitchen stays tidy, the children get to bed earlier, the housework gets done faster. AND I can miss Rob madly. AND I can be cross with him for not booking leave for Emer's dentist appointment next week, because it's on a day I had plans for Linnea, anyway, and if I do it I'll have to lie back on a dentist's chair to hold her while she has the work done, and with SPD and Astrid too that will be hard. I mean, probably funny to blog about later, but pretty debilitating just before two weeks of solo parenting.

I'd probably brutally force her to lie there all alone, really, if I really had to do it all on my own. But so far she's not afraid of the dentist, in spite of something like 12 fillings, and we'd like to keep it that way.

Keep repeating: the new job is not like the old job, it will be possible to book leave. The new job is not like the old job. The new job is not like the old job.

Ho hum.

Things I have yet to do

Tomorrow I need to phone my own dentist, the optician, and the doctor's surgery, for checkups for me and Linnea, eye tests for me and Emer (new glasses for me, almost certainly), and a 6-week checkup for me and Astrid, and some vaccinations for Emer.

I also need to cut the new plastic tablecloth to size so we can use it.

And make a packed lunch for us to take to the home ed group. It's a bit tricky because it's nut free and my go-to packed lunch of choice is peanut butter sandwiches and a tub of cashews for snacking. We might make do with jam sandwiches. Banana and jam, for me, probably; I couldn't eat just jam sandwiches.

We have been madly busy all week; I don't remember what we did on Monday, but we went to town and got a passport photo for Astrid and a new library card for Linnea and both children had their feet measured and then they had their swimming lessons. There was more but I have no idea what. On Tuesday we had the Not Back To School Picnic and went to the library with friends and got Astrid weighed at baby clinic, then had visitors in the afternoon. Wednesday we stayed at home and did laundry, and had a visitor too. Thursday we went to a brand new home ed group and used Google Maps postcode finder to navigate and ended up walking twice as far as we needed to on the way there, but we're sorted for next time and it won't happen again. Tomorrow is Friday, and the old familiar home ed group. Also I need to get to a shop to buy Emer a new swimsuit because her swimming instructor says that little girls need a swimsuit with a top half (I'm not arguing; as soon as he said it I said "What, in case they sprout breasts mid-lesson?" and if I can't be less "shrill" and "hysterical" than that I need to keep my mouth shut). And they both need swimming socks of some sort as an anti-verruca measure. So tomorrow I need to get up, do laundry, pack lunch, and get the bus to town to go shopping, and then head on to ERAPA, preferably WITH all the tetra-packs for recycling, because there's a drop-off there for them. And at some stage we'll be joined by Rob, who will be flying home tomorrow morning.

I can't remember what's planned for Saturday. I hope it's just cooking meals for the freezer, really. And clearing the spare room for visitors.

Sunday is busy again, but it should be loads of fun. Riverside barbecue / picnic; we must remember to bring a chair for me, so that I can walk afterwards.

Edit: Also, I am actually horribly jealous of Rob's time away, with whole undisturbed nights of sleep and food he doesn't have to prepare or clean up after and then today I heard he go to go to the beach. Which I would have enjoyed more than he did, but I didn't get to go, so that's hard to sympathise with... I miss the sea, oh so much I miss the sea. Must force the family to get to the seaside more often than "at least one day most years."