One of the hardest adjustments I am having to country life is that I don't see my dearest C as much as I used to. This is partly explained by the commute - but as it's only 20 minutes longer than it was in East Dulwich and he is often over an hour later than he used to be, it's not the whole story.
I expressed some frustration yesterday at the current state of events - he plays football Monday nights, so doesn't get back until after I'm in bed. He left early for work on Monday and Tuesday, so I was feeling a little single-parentish...
This morning he decided to stay behind a bit to see the kids and to help clean up the living room - we have just had all of our light fixtures put in, so there was a stack of packaging that needed to be taken out.
C's "helpfulness" this morning led to me uttering, for perhaps the first time in my life, the words "what on Earth possessed you?!?"
There was some polystyrene in the pile that C had let the kids destroy. There were little dots everywhere. He looked a bit bewildered at what destruction he had wrought. We eventually got it mostly cleaned up, but there are still little dabs clinging to the dog's ear, Itsyboo's sleepsuit and in my hair.
I have, however, learned my lesson, and will neither complain about not seeing enough of C nor allow him to tidy unsupervised ever again.
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