Three out of six of us took a day off on Tuesday and went to the coast and I had an overdue lightbulb moment.
As I watched my lovely Bonus Boy grubbing about for shells and finding a Mermaid’s Purse, as I listened to him giggling as he jumped back from the waves and as I helped him build castles on the beach I realised that I only have FIVE more months with him before school absorbs him and that’s no time at all!
This has happened before with the first bit of my brood. When The One Who Is Now Taller Than Me went off to school I bemoaned that I hadn’t finished with him, that we had so much left to do, that we hadn’t gone pond dipping. When Lovely Boy Number 2 followed suit two years later I sobbed again and missed crawling on the floor with cars and curling up with stories. When The Most Beautiful Girl In The World went off without a backward glance, my heart broke.
We have moved into a new era and it is fab. School didn’t absorb them completely, they are still their lovely selves but we no longer have those endless precious days, we can’t drop everything and go to the beach whenever we feel like it.
So, as I sat on the sand at Studland, sipping National Trust coffee and watching the Bonus Boy, I made a decision. I am pulling him out of nursery on Fridays to give us one extra day together for the next five months. That means he will be at nursery for 2 days and with me for 3 (plus the weekend with the rest of the rabble). It will limit the tiny amount of work I have just started to do but I am going to ignore the nagging protestant work ethic gremlin with his scrunched up face who sits on my shoulder and protests. It will mean a little less money coming in, a little more time and effort to re-establish myself in the world of work but IT’S ONLY 5 MONTHS and he’s fun, and I love him, and I can do it…So I’m going to!