Hectic would be the word for this week. Or perhaps draining, or maybe even exhausting.
Monday was a normal day: up early, off to work for 6am, finish work at 2pm, home, change for the gym, an hour’s training, home, dinner, play with the boys, get the boys into bed, and then fall into bed myself. The only difference was that my mum was looking after Baby E, as Husband started back at work after two months of paternity leave.
Tuesday, however, was where things started to get chaotic. Up at 5.30, log on to work from home, computer gets slower and slower and slower, until it takes 5 minutes to switch between Word and Excel. Stress levels rising, 6.45 is the deadline and it is drawing near, call a colleague to help me. Log off at 9am, corral the boys, bundle their octopus-like limbs into snowsuits (yes, spring still hasn’t really sprung here and we’re still in winter gear) and rush out the door. Arrive at förskola at 9.30am for inskolning (a three-day introduction process) for Baby E. Spend the next five hours at preschool with him, bundle him back into his snowsuit, walk across to Little O’s group, get him into his winter outfit, rush back home, in the door, boys to my mum and then log on for another five hours of work, interspersed with the boys’ dinner and their bedtimes. Crash in bed around 10pm.
Repeat process on Wednesday and Thursday – not forgetting to head to the BVC on Wednesday after preschool for Little O to have a three-year check-up and Baby E to have his MMR shot.
I’m exhausted after just typing all that.
And then Friday: wake at 4.45am (no idea why…), up, log on, work three hours, get the boys into winter gear, off to dagis – it’s all sounding quite familiar now, isn’t it? – and then “Bye bye!” and hand Baby E over to a member of staff, a kiss on the cheek, a wave goodbye and he settled in for a day at förskola on his own. And when I went to pick him up at 2.30pm, they said he had had a great day, had ate and slept well and had not been upset when I left. Perfect.
Now we have a couple of weeks with shorter hours, to ensure that he settles fully in. And then we’ll have two preschoolers. How time flies.