I’ll be honest, I’m bricking it. Hubby goes back to work today and yesterday I had a complete meltdown on the midwife for a number of reasons but primarily because I’ve got no idea how I’m going to manage this parenting malarkey solo.
Hubby has been brilliant and we’ve been lucky enough for him to have almost three weeks off work. I think he’s almost been too brilliant though; I’ve barely sterilised a thing and not cooked a meal since Little M was born and I’ve convinced myself that I just can’t do it.
I suppose I need to get some perspective though:
It’s a Friday so I’ve only got to survive one day and then it’s the weekend and hubby will be with us again.
The school hubby works at on a Friday is in the next village so he’s hardly a million miles away if some kind of disaster strikes (which I’m sure it won’t).
He works at a school for goodness’ sake. Which means that he can legitimately leave work at 4ish on a Friday if he needs to. (I say legitimately and Friday because anyone who is a teacher knows that it’s very rare to leave before 5pm on any day of the week despite the general population thinking they leave at 3:15pm with the children; and my hubby is usually there at gone six every night – I’m hoping that will change now and he develops more of a work-life balance).
It’s not as though hubby works away – he can still cook dinner and give me a break once he gets home. Realistically I’ll be by myself with Little M for about eight hours.
I’ve bought enough bottles and pumping sets that I shouldn’t need to sterilise more than a couple of times during the day.
Mum texted earlier and is coming round after lunch to help. We’ll see how that goes and if I can actually let her help and get some rest, or whether my inner anxious control freak takes over…
…I’ll let you know on Monday whether we survived!
P.S. I’ve just discovered that hubby has made a packed lunch and left it in the fridge for me so I don’t even have to make myself a sandwich today. Love that man xx