Kim taught me the concept of re-entry and as soon as she gave it a name, I was all like “Yes! THAT.” She also taught me about the terrible thing that is the hormones of day 3 of your period, but that’s an entirely different post all together.
Re-entry is hard. It sucks. It can be re-entry of anything really, but it’s that adjusting from a norm to a new norm that is what’s hard – the first hot humid day of summer when you panic and remember how hot and awful summer can be. It’s the first cold morning when you hop out of the shower and get dressed and know that you have 5 months of cold ahead of you. It’s the awesome first 4 minutes after you have been away from your kids before you realise just how noisy and needy they can be. That. Right now we seem to be riding a few waves of re-entry. And I’m looking out the back to see when there is going to break in the set.
Term 2 has been REALLY tough for Daisy. Her re-entry into School life and routines and having teachers be bossy and teacher like have been enough to have her in tears each and every morning this term. That’s 4 weeks to anyone who is counting. I am. We are trying to get to the bottom of it, trying to play nice, kind, patient, loving and caring cop and then tough you just have to get on with it life in hard tough cop with the same results. The only thing we need right now is time, just time and it will pass. right? Like a bad gastro bug that passes. Still sucks when you are in the middle of it.
Harper has heralded in the re-entry to the winter months with a cracking cold. Of course it has gone straight to her lungs and her asthma has been quite terrible. Tuesday night we had an absolute shocker with me desperately convincing myself that I didn’t need to take her to hospital, that they wouldn’t do anything different that I was doing except we were in our warm, comfy house where Daisy could stay sleeping. I started the day at 3.30am. Welcome back winter with all your constant colds, it’s um, great to see you.
Rob has been working up in Sydney a few days this week and was away for 2 nights. I officially suck at solo parenting because I am lucky enough to rarely have to do it. I ramp but the drama of just about everything and every situation presented to us along the way, but we eventually get into a little routine and by the end are quite comfortable with our all lady house. When he arrived home last night the girls were completely uninterested in his presence and were all flustered, I couldn’t get my act together namely because he bought home a bottle of champagne that I decided to drink before they were in bed which meant a delay in just about every step of the normal nightly routine, and this morning we were bluing each other about just who has had it harder as a parent dropping Daisy off to daycare versus School over the years. Yeah that. Cause it’s totally a hardship competition this parenting malarkey isn’t it? Yes. Re-entry? Not so smooth.
In other news, Harper has a new found passion for a hot chocolate.
Oh, and she’s apparently turned 12.
Now, I’m off to catch my breath before the next set rolls in…