Just dropping by. Got a coffee in my hand, and decided to stop by for a chat with you all. Are you all set for the weekend? We haven't got any plans, apart from swimming lessons tomorrow morning. I dunno what I feel like doing. Maybe the zoo? Maybe a picnic in the park? The weather is just gorgeous outdoor weather at the moment.
Jamie and I are recovering from our colds. Mine knocked me flat for several days. I slept nearly all weekend. I didn't end up going to that fortieth either. Jamie and Phil went and I stayed home, all tucked up under a blankie, watching television and snoozing. But I feel much better now.
The consequence of Jamie getting ill is that he gets clingy, probably like all small children. So it's been a problem leaving him at childcare this week while I've gone to work. Each morning he's insisted that he didn't want to go. When I've dropped him off he's been a bit upset. Yesterday they told me he was sad all morning :(. Then when I picked him up after work, he had a drawing for me: Daddy, Mummy, Jamie and Jak (haha, the cutest little doggie). Sweet. But the title did me in. There, in neat handwriting across the top it said:
"Dear Mum, I missed you".
Awwww. My heart! It broke into a million tiny pieces. I hate to think of him there all sad. Even now, after two and a half years, he still isn't happy. It's the saddest thing and the hardest thing about being a mum.