Today my other half is going abroad with work for a month, and as he’s packing I am suddenly overcome with how daunted I feel about this. A month is a long time and as I step into the unknown as he’s only been away for a couple of nights since Emma was born, I imagine it will be quite tough.
We were really lucky when Emma was born as OH managed to sort out working from home from when she was 2 months til 8 months, which was a massive help to me. In fact when he went back to commuting from Brighton-London after Christmas, that was a real adjustment for me – the days felt really long and still do sometimes.The build up to this trip has been pretty long and what strikes me is how your emotions can catch up with you all of a sudden. In fact the other day, as I was feeding Emma, I was thinking to myself how odd it was that I feel fine about him not being here….and now it’s a much different story!
I suppose those emotions are just fear of the unknown and perhaps just fear. We’ve created a great routine for Emma, but in between when she gets a bit grouchy because of teething or cold or anything really, Daddy can always cheer her up with his funny faces..I sit here wondering if I should up my entertainment game.
Anyway my approach is to have an action plan and structure to our weeks and I’m sure the time will fly by – there’s so much to look forward to when he gets back! I mean, the months seem to go quickly so surely another month can fly by?