· Fergotron will be going back to work 4 days a week
· Pappa Carr will be dropping down to 4 days a week and one day as a stay at home dad
· Lizzy the Face will be starting nursery
Quite the family overhaul.
Possibly I should have talked about Lizzy Face going to nursery more. She has been having her settling in days and it has been a bit emotional at times so it’s not as if it wouldn’t have been suitable material and I’m not sure why it’s not been in. Perhaps I've just been having a bit of an unload, not really having an outlet for a lot of the stresses of my life these days. I think I’ll talk more about the settling in next week, as I’m trying to leave early today since I started at 6:30 and only stopped for a sneaky lunch. Instead, what I will do is address each of these three points in separate posts over the coming days.
I think there will be plenty of scope for blogging over the next couple of months due to the upcoming changes and the inevitable ramifications they will have on everyone’s routines, sleeping patterns and general mood confusion, so if you are enjoying the blog then hopefully you will have something to loo forward to. All in all I think it will be good, change is always good - apart from when it isn’t; but I think there is a lot of potential good to be found in these changes. Lizzy Face will undoubtedly benefit the most, I’m certain of this and I hope that Fergotron will find that going back to work is not a bad thing.
It’s a big worry, a lot of potential upset and I feel a sense of responsibility to manage this change, to ensure that it is as seamless as possible and make sure that everyone is looked after, supported and that I keep things in check. The problem with a sense of responsibility is that one tends to forget to look after oneself, which I’m sure any dads here can relate to. How often do you find yourself at your wits end and thinking ‘when is it my turn to be looked after’. But we don’t give in (generally) we hold it together and with any luck we find – before it’s too late- that we are in the pub with our friends, able to blow off some steam and let it go. It doesn’t happen often in my house, but this weekend one of my best friends gets married and so I can hear the call on the conch, the brotherhood is on the move, the battalion is mustering and for a few hours, though I will miss both of my girls (who are going to a separate wedding down in the barren south) I will not have to worry as I will be with my brothers, and a fine time we will surely have.
Until Monday Chums