Regular readers of this blog (hi Sarah) will know that our little one goes to nursery on Mondays. This has resulted in Mondays being our day of freedom (even if he does come home filthy afterwards!) A day when we can do things that are much easier to do when the little one isn’t at home. To go places that are much harder to go to when little one is with us. Unless we’re both at work of course, in which case Monday is much like any other day!
Today was one of those fairly rare days when we were both off work so could actually get things done together. Sounds exciting doesn’t it?! What ‘freedom’ meant for us today was the following:
Pizza Hut buffet for lunch – admittedly not that posh and not that thrilling but it was pretty tasty. We mostly talked about the little one over lunch.
Smyths Toy Superstore – looking at toys for the little one.
Matalan – looking at coats and other clothes. For the little one.
TK Maxx – looking at coats and other clothes. For the little one.
B&Q – bought some paint and wallpaper. Looked at bedding. For the little one.
B&M – bought some cheap food. And coat hangers for the little one. And toys for the little one.
We got stuck in traffic on the way home so there was no time to pop into a cafe for cake before picking up the little one. And that was that. Our day of freedom spent talking about the little one, looking at things for the little one, buying things for the little one and rushing home to pick up the little one!
In other news, Joshua has taken to sitting in small dark spaces, much like a nocturnal creature. For a couple of weeks he liked being shut in his bedroom wardrobe in the dark. Then he liked sitting in our newly installed utility room cupboards. Now he likes us to cover him with his duvet so he can just sit there under it.
He is also a big fan of his pirate tent that we have now stuck in his bedroom as it was taking up too much room in the dining room! He likes to invite me in, sit there pointing out the various pictures for a few minutes, then get bored and bugger off, leaving me to attempt to get my back and knees working enough for me to clamber out of the bloody thing again! Or just sit there in case he comes back. On my own. Like a twat.
I know this is ‘perfectly normal’ and probably ‘just a phase’ but it does feel a bit odd to see him climb into a cupboard and shut the door on himself!! Especially given neither Sarah or I are particularly fond of confined spaces!
Given his obsession with tools, diggers and dark confined spaces I’ve a lingering fear that he’ll grow up to be a miner. Or a chimney sweep. If this was Victorian England we’d be quids in, but hopefully at some stage he’ll realise that sitting in cupboards really isn’t that exciting!
