Today marks the one year anniversary of Little H’s school closing due to the start of the covid-19 pandemic. One whole year since my little girl’s final “normal” day in her Reception class; the final day where I was able to pick her up without standing in a socially distanced queue at the school gates with a mask. How has it been a year? Yet also, what on earth did it feel like before? I feel like I don’t remember …
Tag: Nursery
My Zoom-a-looma – how you have grown and developed over these three months. You are definitely moving from being a toddler and becoming a little girl. A little girl with so much energy, so much sass and so much gentleness all at the same time. You love us all so much – wanting to see us all first thing in the morning; dashing into the house as soon as we get home from nursery so you can see you daddy. …
I’m losing track of time now, I really am. Time has done that magical thing where it takes on a whole new form and both drags and flies in equal measure. Individual days can feel like a week as I just wait for the respite of the evening where I don’t have to work, I don’t have to parent and, after all jobs are done, I can quite simply flop on the sofa. But then I blink and it’s the …
As I looked out my bedroom window last thing before snuggling into bed the other night, I saw the small blinking light of a plane moving across the sky. It held my attention and I watched the red dot pulse its way through the darkness, alone. With only the bright ISS for company. A sight that was so common – and usually multiplied five fold – four weeks ago felt so foreign. So strange. So out of place with how …
So, it’s been a whole week since we entered a Covid-19 induced lockdown in the UK. And it’s been over a week since my family and I inadvertently entered one in our household because, since school ended on Friday 20 March, the girls and I have been housebound apart from a daily walk. Sam has been far more “social”, but all that means is he has been out once for food shopping. It’s a very strange time. …
This week we had the second and third of three of sessions to introduce Little H, Sam and I to her new primary school. Last week we started it off with a 30 minute visit for Little H and I, where we spent the time mixed with the existing reception classes and got a chance to meet her teacher and some of the teaching assistants. It was a really great visit and a real success as Little H enjoyed it …
It’s been six week since I went back to work and four of those have been doing my full three days in the office with the girls to look after at home on the other two. It’s gone far more smoothly than I had anticipated (to date…) but it has been quite a reality check, reminding me that keeping-up a job alongside small children is like tightrope walking whilst juggling plates: one unanticipated gust and I go crashing down, smashing …
“It’ll be fine.”, “It’ll all be fine.”, “It’s going to be fine.”. These words are on repeat in my head right now. They are on repeat because the time has finally arrived – the end of my maternity leave. Next week Little Z starts her nursery settles. Then the following week she starts nursery full-time 3 days a week with her sister. Meanwhile, I go (*deep breath*) back to work. …
Next month Little Z starts her nursery settles. Then the week after those, she starts full time before, two weeks after that, I go back to work. I’ve done it before with Little H but yet I still find myself juggling a real mix of emotions. Juggling, or perhaps struggling with. I’m not quite sure to be honest. I never expected my return to be easy of course. Different child, different return to work. But I’d hoped I wouldn’t find …
So my lovely, this is the last update I’ll write for you before you become a Big Sister. It’s hard to believe that we’ve reached that point. It also astounds me how much you’ve changed since I first found out that this was going to happen. You’ve gone from being a toddler to a big girl and I couldn’t be more proud of you now and how independent you are. The threenager stage is still kicking in hard, but I …
