I returned to work today after being signed off for a week with an injury I sustained at work.
Back to leaving the house early, just after little man has woken up and returning with just a short time before his bedtime.
The weekdays allow only very limited amounts of time with him. Returning home carrying the weight of a workday on my shoulders and wanting to just collapse onto the sofa and have a bit of headspace and quiet; versus arriving home fully present and making some moments however small.
Tonight I was greeted with a delighted squeal of ‘mummy!’ and a wide-armed bear hug that righted every wrong in the world.
We did some puzzles.
We made some moments and we made them count.