So I just had a bit of a meltdown. Shit definitely just got real. We’ve got our first rota for our first week of dual work. I knew it was coming. I know I have to go back to work. But for some reason just seeing my name next to a 9-3 Monday shift just caused me to have a little cry at the dinner table while Polly ate her tea. I really am going back. I really am going to be leaving her, for a whole day. I’m not for a moment doubting Henry and I know it’s for a good reason and it will get easier. I know all that. That doesn’t mean I still can’t shed a few tears at the prospect of saying goodbye to my little pumpkin for several hours for the first time. In the words of friends- ‘It’ll be the end of an era’.

Enough about my misery (I will get over myself). I’ve been a bit quiet, truth be told we’ve not really done much. The groups are back up and running so we’ve got back into that routine quite nicely. It’s been nice catching up with everyone again and it even included meeting a new bundle of joy on Wednesday, I think my ovaries might have exploded after that cuddle. Henry’s been working away like normal and today spent a couple of hours blitzing the garden so we can see daylight again in the conservatory. We had big plans for the weekend including a trip up to Dartmoor and a visit to soft play. Of course none of that happened as we were too lazy on Saturday and only ended up food shopping. Just as stressful as a weekend trip to soft play to be honest. We then struggled to get out of the lazy mode (apart from Alan Titchmarsh morphing into my husbands body for a short while) and at 2PM on Sunday all 3 of us (4 if you include the cat) were actually asleep when we should have been heading out the door to a birthday party. Cue playing the latecomers half an hour later who try sneaking into the village hall while rubbing sleep out of all our eyes. Polly had a blast though as they had a soft play area set up, so I’m feeling slightly less guilty about our failed trip the day before. After a few slices of cake, a couple of Polly tantrums when we stopped her fleeing the building and stopped her ramming people with a toy pushchair we headed home. I just love that the ‘terrible twos’ have kicked in a year earlier then expected.

An example of said silly tantrums- ​

​Polly updates include a hilarious new quirk. She will now lift her top up and point at her belly shouting “bear bear”. She’s also waving ‘bye bye’ at the bath water when I pull the plug. She just keeps reminding me each day how quick she has and is continuing to grow up. They said it would be quick, but honestly, I didn’t think it would be this quick. Look at me pointing out the obvious!

Not much else to report really as it all really kicks off into high gear next week. I’m sure I’ll write up another entry before then, probably involving some more tears from me as well as Polly.