We had 3 days apart this week, Bene and I. It was too long really, though I had a marvellous time. And he was fine.
This morning was perfect, him waking up to find me in the bed I wasn’t in when he fell asleep last night. There was pure delight in his eyes. It was a long, slow morning of joyful milky cuddles and an extended lie in.
Then he spent his day like this.
A baking tray full of lentils and split peas, a small bowl, a coffee scoop and a tea spoon. We played for ages together then he played for hours along, pretending to cook, riding horses through it, driving tractors through it.
60p of pulses that are (remarkably!) very easy to sweep up and use again and hours of educational fun. Perfect.
There’s no place like home, as they say.
Bene is in nursery more than I’d choose just now. Depending on how the next few months go, I might soon be working outside the home.
I must remember to make the most of this time.