Phew-eeee!

The nanny started yesterday. She is happy. Blossom is happy and yes, I am happy. There's only one person left out of this equation...


Rupi.


He is being h.o.r.r.e.n.d.o.u.s. Screaming, crying, smacking etc! He won't have a bar of the nanny. I called my friend K in desperation and apparently I need to leave the house. So tomorrow I will go out for coffee. It's making his adjustment harder with me around. But I have to be around as I work at home.


Yikes.


The nanny said as she left that today seemed better than yesterday. Glad she thought so! My head knows that he plays up with me around as I am the soft touch. And my head knows that the minute I am gone he will get on with it and have a good time. My head knows this from experience. But my heart does not know this at all. And when he cries (with big globby tears) and stands in front of me asking to be picked up, it's so very hard to be strong.


My sister works with Barnardos and says that adjusting takes time. I expected it to be fabulous straight away. And I HAVE to work. So it's either daycare or this. And this is better for him with his personality than daycare.




I am the adult. I know best as I can see the big picture. I am the adult. I know best. Get in line heart!


On a positive note, he's learnt to "help" wash dishes. So cute! I give him a brush and some plastic cups and he spends ages washing for Mama. How cute is this?












And I can spend forever looking into these particular eyes....








This is good. This is the promised land. And the promised land is filled with milk and honey. Little Rupi just needs to realise that the honey at times may be given to him by someone other than Mama. And that realisation takes time when you are only 22 months old!