Before that could happen though we had the midway point where I had Big Boy at home with me so we dropped Baby Boy off at pre-school then went to get a few things in town. I had intended to get the boys pyjamas in the sales then we spotted this gorgeous dressing gown for my delicious nephew. Ok I know a 3 month old doesn't strictly need one (even less so the adorable pockets) but look at those fluffy ears !!
Then came the magic day - the first day of freedom. Both boys were in school and I had the morning to myself. How did I spend it ? I went to Ikea of course - to get a replacement back board for a drawer that broke months ago and if I waited for Hubbie to fix it the boys will have left home, so I thought I'd better get it done myself. I was a bit early so I went to the shops first and - now word of a lie - spotted these:
After pre-school Baby Boy is always ravenous so I picked up some hot food for him and he found some quavers he'd half eaten previously. It appears that quavers dipped in ketchup are a culinary delight - I know I know I'm no Annabel Karmel am I ?
Then this afternoon I got a lie down on the sofa while Baby Boy slept and Neo joined me. It reminded me of when I was pregnant and the cat used to lie on my big belly - until the baby started to kick him that is. It came as such a shock and he would look really perturbed. Now he just has to contend with me getting up to refresh my cup of tea.
Big picture, we both get the house back for a few hours a day.
I might get the hang of this yet.