It didn't quite make me cry, but I'm pretty sure that if the child in the video was a boy, I'd have been inconsolable. This is because I've just spent several weeks with my baby back at home with me during the school holidays. I always forget how well we rub along together. During the holidays when it's just the two of us, we get up to all sorts of adventures. OK, many of them involve not leaving the house, and quite a few of them involve scraping the chicken poo off the patio whilst wearing our wellies and pyjamas (um, at 2pm. Don't judge), but we still manage to have a lovely time. I've especially enjoyed all the cuddles that he's still not quite old enough to resent giving me yet. It reminded me of our time together before he started school - when we'd have adventures in the morning, then cuddle up in bed together for a nap in the afternoons. Errr, I mean, he used to have a nap and I clearly did a lot of housework and balanced the household budget and cleaned the mould off the bath mat and other worthy, housewifely things. Yes. Who said anything about sneaky naps? Not me. Oh look, isn't that a squirrel?
I do miss those cuddly days that seemed to go on forever (and not always in a good way). I had PND when my son was a baby, so I don't really look back on the baby years with the same fondness, but I do recall that he would only ever sleep on me during the day, so I spent much of my time reading on the sofa with a warm, cuddly baby snoozing on my chest, and very occasionally, I do wish that I could turn back time just for a little bit to experience that again. Oh, I do miss my boy while he's at school. I really really do. Maybe I should home school him, then I'd get to see him all the time.
At least, that's what I was thinking and feeling until about 3 days before autumn term was due to start when I opened an email from Rory's school informing me that school would be closed for an extra week due to building work being unfinished. WTF, SCHOOL? Are you KIDDING ME?? Some of us were on a SLEEPS COUNTDOWN until the start of term, you know. Are you trying to send us all around the nobbing twist? There is LEGO all over my MOTHER FLIPPING HOUSE here, OK??
School finally re-started yesterday. Here's the boy about to set off for his first day in Year 1.
The Lego is back where it should be, I can crack on with some work in blissful, unadulterated silence and nobody else is eating all the crisps. Bring on the fudging trumpets.
I still can't wait for my 3.30 cuddle though.