Today, I am counting as the first "proper" day of donning the SAHM mantle. Yesterday, I was very poorly myself and so good old CBeebies took over all proactive parenting (although I, not CBeebies did lock the toilet door as I don't think Mr Bloom's arms are long enough to fish an inquisitive toddler from hanging over the toilet). I did also manage to feed her the main meals (milk, Quavers, milk, milk, breadstick, milk) and by the afternoon even read a story and make some soup.
So out come the paints.
I think we both surprised ourselves with the fun. I was a little apprehensive as Wriggles has been really funny about textures and some sensory stimulus before, but she got stuck in pretty quickly. As well as decorating a big sheet of paper, she has kindly also applied to artistry to the fridge, the floor, a fridge magnet and my bin. Serves me right for underestimating the wriggliness of a Wriggles with painty hands!
The postman dropped off a leaving card from work, which brought a little tear to my eye. Just a little one. Amongst some wonderful messages ("here's to all the dancer's knickers you washed", "thanks for never saying no and mucking in") was a little message:
"Hope you and Wriggles find a beautiful adventure together that makes you both very happy."
I suspect that whilst my version of a beautiful adventure and my ex-boss's interpretation may be worlds apart, but the sentiment and the words made me came over quite emotional. As I reflected on it, taking a sleepy Wriggles to her cot for a nap, I realised I had my beautiful adventure right there. Being a parent has it's downs as well as ups, and sometimes the never ending trail of washing, snotty noses and guilt, always the guilt, seems to go on forever but I think none of us would have it any other way. The last year and a bit has been a bit of trial trying to juggle single parenthood, medical appointments, depression and working and I am now so looking forward to some special time with the wonderful little person that brought this all about. The little person that makes me smile like there is no sadness, laugh like a loon and dance like no one is watching (builders, I'm sorry you had to see that).
So, here is to some much-needed time as a stay-at-home-mum. The next chapter of my, our, adventure.