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Alan got a job in the city and is now gone for around
11 hours of every day. It’s a big change for our family – since Moses was born
Alan’s been either studying or working part-time, so he’s always been around to
eat breakfast with Mo (they’re both early risers) and to share dinner cooking and preparation with me. Until we
move closer he’s missing both, and we’re all adjusting to not having him
around. There’s some serious separation anxiety going down. If Alan was to look
back before zooming off to work on his motorbike, he’d see hands pressed against
the window and a little face, tears spewing, screwed up mid-tantrum. And if he
was to listen hard over the roar of the engine, he’d hear a long wail: “I DON’T
WANT YOU TO GOOOOOOOO!“
Meanwhile, Moses is happily tipping out the Duplo and
saying, “Come on, mum – let’s make dinosaurs!”
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Each
morning I’m overwhelmed by the feeling that there is no possible way Moses and
I will have enough to do to entertain us until the time we hear Alan’s bike
revving up the street and pulling up out the front of our house. Every evening
I look forward to that moment like a dog looks forward to the return of her
master – “Relief! Adult conversation! It must be nearly the kids’ bedtime!”
*tail wags*