I’m at a bit of a loss. After weeks of meticulously planning a whole half term week of play dates and activities, our plans have been scuppered quicker than a tower of dominos. Never one for timing anything less than exact, we woke up on Monday morning to find the littlest one with his first ever cold. Ever hopeful, I ploughed on with our half term play date plans only to quickly realise that it wasnt going to work. Our Monday play date was nothing less than disastrous, with a clearly unhappy baby that cried more tears in one afternoon than he probably has in the whole of his four months. He was clearly much worse than I had originally appreciated and admitted defeat as I cancelled the rest of the weeks plans that had been a logistical nightmare to coordinate.
But sometimes things just aren’t meant to be, and of course I want my little boy to feel nothing more than comfy, content and secure at home which I quickly realised he so clearly needs when he is feeling so poorly. I have never seen him look so sad, eyes watering, nose streaming, snuffling as he tries to drink his milk and snatch little bits of sleep as he learns how to function with a blocked nose.
So now we are faced with a potentially one half of our half term indoors which I have made no plan or provision for. I mean there’s only so many times you can encourage little ones to paint, do puzzles or play in their kitchen before they start to get bored. At least that’s the case with my three year old. She has an insatiable appetite to just.keep.going.all.of.the.time. Its fun but it’s also exhausting after a day of it, usually after which I am very grateful that she is at nursery for three days and they have the challenge of keeping her suitably entertained and fueled with three year old approved snacks. So the thought of being at home for potentially another four days or so for someone who just has to get out and about and do things is practically torture.
I’m the type of person that just has to get out and see the world. I need to explore and I need to connect, whether that be with nature or with people. There are exactly three occasions when I prefer to stay at home rather than go out and those are when I am ill, when we’ve had a particularly jam packed schedule for days or weeks and I need to recharge or when its Christmas. Otherwise I will almost always find an excuse and reason to get out and go somewhere, do something or see someone, and I kind of like that about myself. The Mr is the opposite. He is quite the homebody and loves nothing more than lounging or pottering around at home so we quite nicely balance each other out, like yin and yang and it works.
So I think its pretty safe to say that I need a new plan and quickly. Which means I’m going to be doing what any respectable, out of her depth mama does and hit up Pinterest and all your half term and autumn bucket list blog posts in a big way. Let me know if you have a post that will help me cut to the chase!