Well, today is Tuesday on my first week of maternity leave. We awoke on Monday to a blanket of snow, and a neighbour who works at the school knocking on the door to let us know that the school was closed due to a burst water main.
I was left with one very happy little boy, he laughed, smiled and generally took his extra day off in good grace. My lovely other half wasn't at work till lunch time, so we had a fairly relaxed morning together - a treat we didn't know we had coming!
Today, I drove up the hills to take my little boy to school, as the weather was a little poor - hail and snow, but not settling. We got out of the car and walked the three minute walk into school in a cascade of sleet, my coat does not do up at the moment as my full term pregnant bump sticks out too far now, so I was frozen to ice by the time we got to his classroom.
I then walked my daughter back to the car, where we almost got run over by a Mother racing round the corner in her haste to get her own child to school. The horror that went through my mind in that split second was awful, and I shouted at her stupid car and her stupid unkowing face.
I then took my little girl to playgroup and retired home to spend a couple of hours pottering about.
To be honest I didn't do a lot. You don't often get the opportunity to sit with crap on tv, and play mindless card games on your computer, and I took the bull by the horns and ran with it!
Fast forward to this evening, my other half is ironing - a little chore that I can already feel winging its way back to me as soon as this baby makes his appearance. He is watching a film, and I feel a little bored, I think I should go and make my little boys packed lunch for tomorrow - if he will even need it. Its been snowing this afternoon - and although once it stops it does melt eventually, it does keep having a go at putting down more snow - they say we are to have this weather for the next 2 months on and off. Lets hope the baby chooses an off day to arrive, so we can travel to the hospital without too much trouble!
We are coming closer to Christmas now, tomorrow is in fact the first of December. But I don't think I have ever felt less Christmassy ever. I have watched Xmassy movies, listened to all my usual favourite Xmassy songs. I've been wrapping up presents, eating mince pies, making Christmas cakes, reading through my Christmas cook book - but nothing.
I am a control freak at heart, and I think my major problem with getting into the spirit of things this year is to do wth having absolutely no idea when my baby will arrive!
The other two children were both late. my son was 12 days late, and my daughter 9 days late.
I should really expect the same with this one too - but the irrational part of me is wondering if he will arrive in time for Xmas. I have a lovely vision of sitting on Xmas morning with the children excitedly tearing off the wrapping paper, and me sitting in the corner of the sofa with our new baby nestled on my lap.
In all honesty if the baby does arrive before Xmas, it will make it anything but relaxing.
Sitting here this evening, and having deleted things that I feel may upset people at some stage, I have discovered that growing up, or growing older and wiser maybe, is more to do with learning to just shut up, and less about knowing anything more than you did already.
I feel very old at the moment, and very quiet.
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