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Family Time

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 trying to fit in all the things we “need” to do, and very little of what we “want” to do.  Of course we’re not millionaires so couldn’t do everything we wanted to do regardless, but we sure could spend more time together actually enjoying one another’s company.

The holiday gave O much needed time out of nursery and makes me feel guilty that he is in nursery 5 days a week.  I’d love it if D and I could both reduce our hours and get more time with him.  I’m sure O would like that too.  Too much time together is wasted not just because of all the things we have to do, but because quite frankly we’re knackered!

I don’t know what the solution is, but I know that I’m going to make much more effort to get us up and out on a weekend, prioritise the smiles, the laughter and the quality time.  O needs that, he deserves that, and so do D and I. 

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