Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Thanks Mum

Scrap's been off colour for over a week now. Hot and bothered, clingy and waking up five or six times a night desperately upset. It clicked up a gear on the day of his birthday party and he cried during a lot of it, didn't eat anything and spend the next day telling me that he didn't have a nice time at his party and that he didn't like his cake.

Robert has got more than usual on at work and wants to stay late. For some reason I cannot explain, I chose this time to take on a few extra dates at work. Why? Why did I rock the careful balance of work and home - was it just for the extra cash or was it that as a freelancer it's often the worry that a good job will slip through your fingers and a valuable client will be gone forever if you say no too many times? So Scrap gets a few extra days at nursery and he and I skip our days together in the park.

The nursery has called every day this week for us to collect Scrap early as he has a temperature and is not himself. Is it the lack of days in the park that has caused this? Is he missing our time together? I walked off set early on both Monday and Tuesday and today Robert had to leave a meeting to get to the nursery. We're both going to get fired. On the way home tonight I called my mum in Derby and within an hour, she'd packed her bag, given my dad his tea, bought a ticket and got on the train to London. She will sort out our life like only mum can, she will cuddle Scrap all day long, tackle the laundry and ironing mountains and make several brilliant dinners from a chicken and couple of carrots and then go to bed at 9pm.

And Scrap? Seems alright now. This evening he was eating yogurt and watching Night Garden, happy as anything. 'You know our Scrap?' Robert just said to me 'Do you think he's playing silly buggers?'

7 comments:

Heidi said...

glad to hear the Scrap is better. Makes me really dread even thinking about going back to work, because this is what it's like, something always blows up. You should have called me though you silly cow!

Neil M said...

Gosh you two, that almost made me cry. It's so difficult isn't it? It's easy to forget how precious they are sometimes. I've been considering working in London again full time, but I'd miss my two days a week when I have Luke and pick O up from school. We're resigned to being skint while I come up with a plan!

Rob said...

Don't fall for it Neil. The little bugger's taking the mick. *prepares paddle

dis said...

Oscars been running hot for the last few days too, miserable - won't sleep etc. Threw up twice yesterday. Ellie sick today and has had to miss her ballet class. Cheap ready made banana milkshake seems to be helping.

Native12 said...

It's rife! My six year-old son had chicken pox the last week of the Easter holidays - and it was his birthday! Now my 16 month-old son has got them! Spots everywhere! It's a real dilemma - I’ve just started a new job, three months ago, and my wife is totally snowed under at work at the moment. What makes it ten times worst is that nobody in my office has any kids, so they don’t really understand the situation! Nightmare, still the kids have both been unbelievably brave throughout - battling past the last ten days or so with minimal fuss.

Silvana said...

Yes, I thought it might be chicken pox. He's still hot and bothered but no spots yet. Will have to see if banana milkshake cheers him up. Heidi, thank you for the offer.

dulwichmum said...

Poor little scrap! I often feel torn when the children are exhausted or simply sick and just can't play the game... I wonder if London and all of our dashing about is really of any benefit to them. I think we would be better off on a small holding in Wales, and then I remember the Welsh, and think - no, there is more to consider in this, when we are happy, I think the children are happy too!