This working mummy thing is *hard*. All I want to do is cuddle the little man, every time I hear him squeak or giggle. I have to force myself to sit in front of the computer *working hard*, deafening myself to his gurgles. It's easier when he's at nursery or I am at the office in some ways - the temptation to grab him and tickle him to hear his giggles isn't as apparent, but then I have the guilts that I am not there *just in case*. And then when I am done, I am so tired I can hardly hold him.
*SIGH*
Not long to go now.... just gotta hang in there for a bit longer. But a lot of growing up happens in 3 months, and I just can't bear to miss it. Now that Finlay is sitting up and playing so well on his own, I just want to savour the time he's safe on his playmat, before he starts walking around and wreaking havoc!!
At least by doing this we can afford family holidays for the next year, and we can send him to nursery 1 afternoon a week. He gets so much out of it, and hopefully it will nip any separation anxiety in the bud.
His, not mine. Mine is already fully fledged...
Posted by jen at February 8, 2006 10:08 PM