Sunday morning blues

In fact, before half past eight, so they can go to church. This week is no exception, Sam has left and it's drizzling outside, who could ask for more?

Sunday Morning

Sunday mornings usually follow a similar pattern, Sam comes into Daddy's bed about half past five, we get up together when the alarm goes off at six (Sam leaps like a salmon out of bed, I sort of flop over the edge). We aim to be leaving by 8.20 at the latest, so in theory we have nearly two and a half hours for fun, games and breakfast. I don't know how it works, but like I said before, this time flies by in a flash. So....today....Sam appeared at 5:27. We jumped up at 6. Played banger racing, looked at a "Horrible Science" DVD, had some breakfast, woke up all the knights in his castle, did some drawing and painting, then it was time to depart.

Sam is quite often upset to be going back, and today more so than usual. Maybe it's because I only collected him late on yesterday (see below) and not in the morning, and he felt a bit cheated of Daddy time? Who knows. Me and his mum agreed to make a big thing of the times he gets dropped back there, but Sarah often forgets, and she's not been well for a few weeks, so Sam is greeted with a somewhat miserable mummy, which doesn't help. There are only so many ways I can make church sound appealling.

Driving home after dropping Sam off is bloody awful to be honest. There's his car-seat on the seat next to me, empty. His toys are still where we left them when we've been playing. Paints and pens all over the table. Completely depressing.

Saturday

Yesterday was a strange day, what with the nightmare about being shot dead! The negative feelings from this stayed with me until after the MENSA test (which I believe I pretty much messed up, I was just NOT in the mood). Then I got a bus into Norwich town centre to collect Sam, and the day got better, quickly! On the drive home we played The View's album, and Sam kept asking me to re-play "Same Jeans", my toddler ROCKS! We didn't have much time when we got back, but made the best of it and had a lot of fun before his tea was ready - coinciding with the start of You've Been Framed, one of Sam's favourite TV shows. Sam scoffed loads of his bolognaise and all his garlic bread. Little does he know it's not shop bought sauce but Annabel Karmel's "Hidden Vegetable Sauce", containing 100% healthy ingredients. We enjoyed a good bathtime too - and it turned out to be an especially wet one for me! We decided to take Sam's electric water blaster in, which went down very well. The best fun part was stacking up some empty Matey bottles for Sam to shoot at and knock over - I got a bit clever and decided Sam should get some of his own back with a bit of a splashing. So I filled up all the tops of the old bottles, so that when they fell over the water would fly all over Sam. Great theory. In practice, Sam shot the pile up, and - in slow motion - it started falling directly towards ME! Sure enough my plan for the hidden water to fly everywhere worked a treat, and all of a sudden I was almost as wet as Sam was. Sam was gasping for breath laughing, before administering a VERY half-hearted "rollocking" to the naughty Matey men. "Hey You! HAHAHA Don't HAHAHA splash HAHAHAHAHA my daddy!". Thanks for the thought son, now where's me towel? The photo on this blog entry is of the guilty parties....no doubt waiting for their next adult victim.

Bedtime went very nicely and Sam was asleep and snoring by 7.15. I love and miss him so much.

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