Misty-eyed mama. It's the name of my new blog where I will document my daily doses of mama guilt.
We started yesterday with a special breakfast to commemorate the big day. The Doctor requested pikelets (how cute is that?) and fresh orange juice. Too easy.
And today is day two. I can't wait to see him and hear about his day. Yesterday it was all about digging to the bottom of the sandpit. It was only a half day too so it was ok. But the Doctor warned me with:
"Mum you'll be ok today you will miss me a bit, but tomorrow is a whole day and you will miss me even more." I think he even chimed in, "But you'll be ok."
By the way, I've been a late bloomer when it comes to Mad Men. I heard everyone banging on about it, thought it sounded cool but our SBS reception is so poor I never tuned in. So I've hired the DVDs. Got to say, am loving it - but if I was a 50s housewife, I would surely flunk. Get my shoes dear. Get your own damn shoes.