Last weekend Alexander’s girls visited on Saturday and we went out for pizza with one of my children. I went home with them later that evening and came back home on Sunday morning. It was probably just the right amount of time to spend together. This coming weekend A’s mum is having the girls and we arranged to have a short weekend break on our own, without children. Our first!
The fact that A is now a full time parent is gradually sinking in. He says he does the domestic routine on autopilot. His employers are family friendly and he works from home a couple of days in the week. He might have a short afternoon nap before making tea for them and then getting them ready for bed – they are amazingly docile and biddable to his 8pm cut off time when they may keep themselves quietly occupied until sleep takes over. In this way he manages to have the rest of the evening to himself.
The schools haven’t quite got used to him having full parental responsibility quite yet. Having been used to dealing with the ex, the crazy and unreasonable woman, they’d become accustomed to issuing diktats it seems and did the same to A recently. But these minor blips should resolve themselves over time. And all the organisations involved in the girls’ welfare should come to respect his parenting abilities.
Last night I went round to spend the evening with him and his girls. The older one indicated an interest in making stress balls and I suggested a method and we made a couple together. Tonight he told me she started making more and he had to dissuade her from making one for each person in her class.
Meanwhile I keep busy with that lazy bread making method requiring no kneading. We chat on WhatsApp while apart and plan the future. It may mean he moves closer to me, whilst still keeping his own separate household. At the moment, that sounds ideal for I’m still gradually getting used to the idea of living together when there are such young children involved.