the dc were thrilled, but dd has started wishing h was back here to live. grrr.
it is a blessed relief that he has gone. I was very tired and grumpy this morning, due to the late night. dd's face was a picture though when she saw he was here.
she wants him back, but it was miserable when he was here as I was all shouty at the frustrations of asking him to do/not do stuff and it not going in and him doing the opposite. kitchen knives point up in the drying rack hidden amoung ordinary knives, cupboard doors left open to walk into, things in the way of the changing mat to fall over whilst carrying small children, leaving the big windows open on the 2nd floor with climbing toddlers in the room, leaving children in just a vest in the middle off winter, or a coat in a car in summer if the sun comes out. (when he took his own coat off) not being able to watch for cars while supervising play in the garden. (thank God I was supervising the supervising and yelled stop in time.) leaving toddler in the bath while he went to answer the phone. aaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!
by the time we got to church, i was a bit wound up. 4 police cars whizzing past, sirens blaring, at regular intervals reminded me of police cars whizzing to here. (I missed it, was already off in an ambulance being reassured that it was not as bad as I first thought) I don't normally think of these things, but having him here last night stressed me out a bit and stirred things up again. we have been getting on quite well seperately and in small doses.
and it is a school night... though I have take away sitting in the fridge to ease the transition back to the tyranny of the school run. 