Not Long Now

The Toddler is back at nursery on Monday.  I can’t wait.  Neither can she.  I am a cruel and heartless mother.  Actually, I don’t think I am.  I just need some ‘me time’ again, and you don’t get much ‘me time’ when you’re stuck at home on your own with a toddler for a fortnight.  Especially when the toddler in question has started staying up late due to the increase in daylight hours.  Of course, we haven’t been stuck at home.  And she does like playing outside.  Though I do suspect her motives.  Especially when she is adamant that she wants to play in the significantly smaller yard thing at the front of the house.  Admittedly, as our house is south facing, the front gets all the sun.  But still.  She has poor Postie’s routine sussed.  Like I say though, it’s his own fault, and he doesn’t seem too troubled.  Then again, he doesn’t see how excited she gets.  Hmm.  Though she did nearly chase him down the main street the other day.  That was interesting.  And very embarrassing.  I got  my revenge though, by taking her for her pre-school booster.  Hah.  Though she’s like her mother when it comes to her jabs, not particularly bothered at all.  I certainly don’t remember ever having a problem with needles, so I assume she takes after me there.  The Ex hates needles.  But anyway, I was very proud of her.  She didn’t make a sound, and was thrilled with the sticker she got to choose afterwards.  She also got a little treat on the way home, but she deserved it.

Anyway, I am hoping that town quietens down a bit next week, once the holiday is over.  Of course, now we’re in the run up to summer, I expect things to be a little more crowded than the winter norm, but hey, as long as it’s quieter than it has been, I might just survive.  And my poor daughter has suffered this past fortnight too.  She has really missed nursery, and is desperate to get back.  Much more fun there I’m guessing.  Bless her.

But once schools start back, the countdown to summer can begin, because it’s really not long now.  Grrr.  And then the madness can truly begin.  Maybe we’ll spend the weekend down at the pier, pushing people off.  In my head at least anyway.