Daddy's first...Trip away from home
I've just had my first trip away from home, so my first night away from Junior. Almost 11 months now, and with MOTS having had hers what seems like ages ago, it was my turn to enjoy a night away.
Apart from I was at work, at the office in the Village.
Hotel view - better than a full nappy!Who says you can't mix business with pleasure? The only things you shouldn't mix are possibly (in increasing order of volatility):
- Beer and wine
- Petrol and a naked flame
- Babies and a tidy living room
- Jordan and Jodie Marsh
It did feel longer than it really was. As I headed to the airport early doors on Wednesday morning I'd missed on breakfast and the morning routine, which MOTS had to do on her own (she practically does anyway). And by the time I got home on Thurdsay night he was in bed, so I never got the welcome home. Until he woke up for his supper, then it was magical - up on his feet stretching out to be lifted from his cot, bouncing like Tigger.
Earlier in the week we'd had a couple of moments. Not because I knew I was going to the Village for a couple of days, just how he was behaving around me. He'd really given me the big love over the weekend and early in the week, especially trying to settle him for bed. He's got this thing for studying my face at the moment, fingers in my mouth, touching my eyes (although the eyeballs hurt when he goes from touching to poking in one fell swoop).
Did I miss him while away? Hell no, several bottle of Becks saw to that one. Once they wore off though, of course I did. Having just gone through the process of falling in love with him all over again when he was studying my face it was going to be strange not having my eyeballs poked, nose picked and bottom jaw tugged on for a couple of days. Nice strange and strange strange at the same time.
