Hard Slog
24 March 2007, 08:01
McG is home tomorrow and I’m counting down the hours. It’s been a looooong time. I really don’t know how single parents cope – I take off my hat (and trousers and shirts and boots and very possibly my pants) to them.
“Mummy, mummy, don’t LEEEEEEEAAAAAAAVE me”
Little Scout has been very unsettled of late. Grandma McG came over from Adelaide for a few days last week which took the caregiving pressure off me (and gave me some adult company!) but she (Scout that is, not Grandma) would still wake up at 10.30 and SCREAM for the longest hour and a half of my life. Like she was OUTRAGED that I should DARE come in and settle her and then LEAVE again! So poor Grandma McG witnessed yet another couple of meltdowns c/- Mum McG. Oh, the humanity…
I put it down to separation anxiety, particularly with McG not around, but then when I take her to creche, she holds out her arms to her main carer for a cuddle and might deign to give me a last minute hug before I leave, but otherwise, she’s not at all bothered. Obviously I’m relieved that she’s happy at creche and it’s easy to leave her there (no clingy “woe-is-me” clasping et.al) but at the same time I think “Hang on, I’m your mum, aren’t you at all sad to see me go?” But when I collect her, she’s all in a fluster to get to me and proceeds to whinge and carry-on until I put her to bed. So I just don’t know what’s up with her at the moment.
She is au contrare, my lady.
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