Who else is jumping for joy at the thought of a routine and a new school year? Let me tell you who isn’t. Georgie, my seven year old who declared over a month ago that he does not want to go to school. Of course I completely understand what he means and why he doesn’t want to go so I’ve been reading up on separation anxiety and how I can help him deal with all the emotions that come with this change in his life.
A few months ago, during a usual busy evening with the exception of being heavily pregnant, I was huffing and puffing, folding clothes, picking up toy cars up off the floor and rushing to get dinner ready when I heard Georgie talking in his room. Loudly. It was 8.30 and he was supposed to be in bed. Manically, I made my way up the stairs, fired up to give him a scolding. But then I stopped. As I came closer to his bedroom door I realised he wasn’t talking. He was reading.
James will be two in a couple of weeks. Which means we’ll be right smack bang in the middle of toddlerhood and the terrible twos stage hopefully coming out the other end unscathed and unscarred. Soon. Days with this little dude are anything but boring as you can imagine if you live or have ever lived with a toddler. He runs on an endless amount of energy, rarely sleeping throughout the day except for a quick nap in the car while I do the school run. But man, the boy can eat! Before the clock hits midday he’s already asked for two snacks and another bowl of cornflakes.
I’m currently in the midst of breastfeeding my third baby. Danny is just over three months old and exclusively breastfed by choice. And while I am 100% happy with my choice, leaving a breastfed baby in the care of someone else can be tricky especially when pumping milk is a daunting experience. But after three babies I have finally figured out the one sure stress-free way to make sure I have enough of that liquid gold stored and ready to go.