Well today has been both normal and different.
I had the same getting up and going to work, some report writing and investigations there. Same old same – though the weather was better.
Alexander and Mummy spent the day going out to one of his play groups and had a good time. He was his normal mix and naughtiness and adorability.
When I cane home we spent some time playing football in the garden with him and again he was both short-tempered and having the occasional tantrum, (which were ignored and therefore diffused) and at the same time inventive and intelligent in the games he was making up with the footballs.
We had dinner, settling down time and then put him to bed. He was asleep in my arms before he even got into bed. Mummy got into writing more essays for her course.
Well. Alexander – for the second time this week, suddenly had a fit of being very scared of something. He couldn’t tell us what it was but Mummy had to ring me up at work and pretend that I was coming home right that minute in order to calm him down. It was very strange and by the time I got home he had forgotten it and could not tell me what it was all about. A bit strange – maybe separation anxiety resurfacing – maybe due to the fact that he is talking about and thinking about Lucas more.
The other difference. I wrote and finished a short story – the first for ages. I say finished it’s not technically but my part is finished. I will be posting it shortly after this and you will see what I mean.
It was an idea that had been buzzing around in my head for ages but not as a story, just as a concept. I realised at work today that it could be a strange little story – as well as an experiment in collaborative writing. I have done my part but it can be appended by other people,
So watch this space