I'm on bloody holiday!
Not an actual holiday. One where you go somewhere and do fun stuff. Not even a (spit) "staycation". A holiday from work.
Wooyay and yippee! Six days where I would usually haul my reluctant arse into the office and sit in front of a computer all day will now be spent not doing that. Well, the office bit at least. I'm still sitting in front of a computer writing this.
The place I work doesn't call holiday holiday. It calls holiday "annual leave". Somewhere down the line I expect someone realised that calling it holiday when the vast majority of your workforce probably can't afford one was a bit of a kick in the teeth.
Anyway, whatever you want to call it, I am on it.
So far, I have discovered that having a holiday (from work) when you have a three month old child means:
- Getting up just as early as you did to go to work yesterday.
- Gaining a better idea of what it's like for Mrs L, who stays here every day.
- Compiling a mental list of all the things you need to get done which you haven't had a chance to while you've been at work.
- Deciding that all those things can wait a while, and logging on to Twitter.
- Realising that mid-day comes around bloody quickly when you're not watching the clock waiting for it to happen.
Granted, not all of those are specific to having a three month old.
The nice thing about not being at work is that this morning, instead of mainlining a bowl of cereal, having the world's quickest shower and leaving my wife and baby, I got to sit on the floor and spend a lovely half an hour with Cam. Then I got to give him a wash, change his nappy, change his clothes, put him down for a nap.
All the things Mrs L has to do every day. Routine for her. A treat for me.
I guess what I'm hoping is that this holiday isn't just a break for me, but a break for her too. She's out of the house right now actually. Out of the house without Cam. Probably for the first time this week. She's only gone to register at a new dentist (the fun never stops), but I'll be encouraging her to take some real time to herself during this week.
She won't, but I'll still try.