I can’t help but be emotional this evening.
Today was the last day of just Sprog and I until October. That’s 8 whole weeks away before I get a quality day with just me and my son.
I do love teaching and I enjoy working with young people so much. However, now that I have Sprog, I increasingly begrudge the work which is expected beyond 8.30 til 5. It is inbuilt to my personality that I will do all things to the best of my ability, as such, I’m often working in the study until 10.30-11 at night, barely seeing Hubby during term time. That in turn leads to a downturn in our relationship too.
The last 5 weeks have been utter bliss. I’ve done some work and planning so that I can teach when I get back and I enjoy that part of my job.
We’ve played, we’ve baked, we’ve painted, we’ve seen friends, we’ve been out for the day, we had our awesome stay at Chessington, we sang (“Happy Birthday” a lot!), we’ve laughed, we’ve giggled, occasionally we’ve nearly wet ourselves in fits of giggles.
I know it’s not all sunshine but even on “Trying Toddler Days” we’ve survived. I’m not sure that I would swap work for one of these days, these are the days where I have craved adult conversation. But, we’ve only had about 2 of these days, I don’t think one was a whole day.
I am now in favour with Sprog, he often asks for cuddles from me last thing at night now, not Daddy which is usually the case. He has been so excited by the announcement that tomorrow is a “Mummy and Sprog day”, it’s always greeted with a “Yay!”
I’m still striving for the balance between being Mama and being Teacher. I am, as always incredibly grateful to have a job where I do get 6 weeks to spend with with family. I just wish that a bit more of my year was like this!