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Picture the scene.... You had a lovely weekend with your family and Monday came round far too quick.  You do battle too early on a morning with your pre-schooler getting him ready for nursery.  Try to explain without any success just why he has to go to nursery and Mummy and Daddy need to go to work, the never ending series of “Why?” questions for every answer you give.  Drop off at nursery results in him clinging to you like a limpet and wailing, fearing he’ll never see you again. You arrive at work looking like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards because you forgot to brush your hair and only applied mascara to one eye because the monstrous pre-schooler stopped you halfway through your makeup routine demanding you wipe his bottom. You struggle through Monday at work fuelled purely by coffee and the promise of a Gin & Tonic (or three) when you get home. You pick your child up from nursery on the way home to more screams and cries that you’re “no...

I remember being able to eat what I wanted when I wanted. I remember being able to have a pee without an audience. I remember when every square of chocolate was mine to be savoured. I remember a bottle of red on a Friday night. I remember being able to lie in on a weekend. I remember being able to just go out for the day without thinking about having to get home and cook meals and put little legs to bed. I remember the way you announced your arrival into our life as though you'd just been holding your breath to meet us. I remember panicking we wouldn't be enough for you. I remember your baby breath. I remember your first windy smile. I remember the recognition in your eyes when you saw our faces. I remember when the only thing you needed was cuddles in the middle of the night. I remember the first time you slept in your own room. I remember all the giggles at our own little jokes. I remember the feeling of astonishment  (on a daily basis) that we made you. I reme...

This year I was lucky enough to be able to take O away for two little holidays.  I was going to talk about all the lovely things we did as a family while we were away, but instead what has struck me since we returned is just how much we need family time.  O had nearly 3 weeks out of nursery and boy did he need it.  Before his holiday it was becoming a struggle to get him into nursery and every day seemed to begin and end with tears.  After his holiday he has retained his happy holiday demeanour for the most part but I can see things starting to slide as we return to normality. Since I returned from holiday I’ve found myself in a distinct slump.  My work isn’t appealing to me at all, every day feels like such an effort and all I want is to see my cheeky monkey and give my Other Half a big cuddle.  I’ve found I’m missing my family. Our weekends which should be family time invariably gets taken up with running around shops, carrying out errands, and ...