|Image from here*|
The Geege did the honours and stayed home with the kids and recuperated, while I skipped out to work.
I hated the thought of leaving them all with their snotty noses, separation anxiety and barking coughs, but I was more than a little delighted to have a bit of space. Some fresh air. Some happy company.
I walked to the train station at the crack of dawn with my winter coat and boots on, hovering under an umbrella. Usually I would feel despondent about the weather. But I didn't yesterday.
I checked in regularly with Team Four, while I worked my way through my to-do list. I was productive and efficient. They were in capable hands and I had a different role to play that day.
I splurged on a store-bought lunch instead of the usual home-packed one. Just 'cause. And in the afternoon, when the Geege called to inquire about our plans for dinner, I talked him through a recipe from the available food in the house (and arrived home to a cooked meal, a nice bonus).
I took my time walking back to the train station at the end of the day (instead of the crazy rush that I usually have at that time of day). Savouring the last moments of my 'me time'.
I got excited as I rounded the corner into our street.
They were all there to greet me and I relished their cuddles and kisses and stories of the day. They had been warm and dry and loved all day long. I had the space that I so desperately craved yesterday and returned to the family with a breath of fresh air and a dash of patience.
Just what the doctor ordered.
Do you find that going out to work is sometimes just the medicine you need to get yourself back on track as a parent?
* This image is so far removed from the dreary weather that we are experiencing that I couldn't go past it! A breath of fresh air indeed. How wonderful would it be to be sitting on that bike looking out at the ocean? Bliss!