…and Eddie only left for Johannesburg an hour ago. I’ve got a week full of trips and adventures to keep Will and I busy, but it’s the evenings when I miss him terribly.
On a happier note Will is back to his usual self at last and we had a lovely time in Norfolk with John and Helen. It’s the small things like not having to cook for a couple of days that make such a difference. You forget how tired you are sometimes and it’s only when you stop and someone helps you that you realise you were exhausted.
I’m feeling a bit melancholy all round actually, I’ve started worrying about work as well. November sounds like a long way off, but it’s not at all. Once we come back from France I need to start thinking about going back. I know in my heart of hearts that I’m not the stay-at-home-Mum type, but with most of my friends having left and the added trauma of leaving William at nursery, I can see myself finding it very hard indeed.
William's First Year 