The Seasons have turned once again. A year has passed since I left work to look
after my second little peanut. It’s
been a year filled with joys and family.
But now after a summer of warmth and chaos the rains are returning and I’ve
dropped my kids off into the care of another so that I can return to the
cubicle where I earn the money to pay the daycare I wouldn’t need if I were not
working. It’s a vicious cycle.
The leaves are turning; the moisture is creeping further out
of the hollows where it retreats in the summer.
My DH has moved to our new home, and I am left to mop up until I can
join him.
I hit the ground
running each morning, in a frantic flight to make sure the kids are clean
enough that no one will start asking questions and dressed sufficiently for the
weather, to pack lunches and stuff breakfast into distracted eaters. I grab a stack of clean diapers, throw them
in the day pack along with some spare clothes and hope that daycare is forgiving
if I’ve forgotten something. I drive
across town and drop them off before planting myself in a small beige square
where I spend the best of the waking hours.
I take a big breath when I go and pick up the kids as the scramble
begins again with food prep, and clean up, baths and bedtime routines. I let escape a silent prayer each night that
THIS will be the night they sleep through the night (it hasn’t happened yet)…. And
I hope they fall asleep soon enough to give me a few moments silence in which
to collect my own thoughts – but they rarely do.

But if you are a fan of the Blue – I’m taking pre-orders for
the book!
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