A quick update

I was hoping to get the playhouse finished this week but its been an incredibly traumatic one so no progress has been made. I'm not sure I'm ready to write all the details here yet as it will make it seem too real and my poor little heart may not be able to cope. The short story is: Jack got sick, and then sicker and ended up in Intensive Care but is fine now and we are all home. Hopefully, normal service will be up and running soon xx

Trying not to take it personally

Today was my first day at work for over a year. Jack spent the day with his Fairy Godmother, Sarah at the Botanical Gardens and had a great time. When I got home I was looking forward to being greeted with a smile and some excitement (in much the same way he greets his father everyday). But no. Not even a flicker of recognition. Not even a smile. And when I picked him up for a cuddle he just wanted to get down and play.

I'm trying very hard not to take it personally. And I know that I should be happy that he is so well adjusted and confident that he can spend the day with someone he hardly knows and not be miserable. But I kinda would have liked him to miss me a little bit. And be a small bit excited to see me. I feel a little dejected and rejected.

Oh well. I'll probably be soon complaining that he wont settle at nursery or something similar.