September was a tough(ish) month, as the start to Little Man's new school was a bit difficult. There were tears and fears and a lot of pleading and appeasing. But I learnt how to effectively manage those tearful drop-ofs and by the time October rolled over, things were getting better. And both Little Man and me were really looking forward to the half-term holidays – partly to get a break from the school routine and school run, and also to forget the stress and tears of September and embrace a week full of fun-filled pre-planned activities.
Little Man went and broke his arm on Day 1 of the holidays, and is now sat with a plaster and a sling for the next month or so.
So instead of the park, we saw ourselves at the A and E on the first weekend of the holidays. And that's when I knew that the half-term was sort of term-inated. But, in the end, it wasn't all bad.
Here's what my half-term looked like:
What we had planned…
1. Trips to London
Since we moved house over the summer, we had made plans to go back to our old area and catch up with our old friends. I was as excited as Little Man because I was meeting two of my besties after two whole months, and we had a LOT to catch up on. Over coffee. Or wine. Or both.
Little Man was also looking forward to going to his old nursery and meeting his teachers – the ones who looked after and loved him for the first two years of his nursery/pre-school life and who he had grown extremely fond of.
Of course all those plans had to be cancelled because the travel itself would be a tad difficult – think public transport with a preschooler with a broken arm. And what's the point of going for a playdate when you can't play?
2. Picnic in the park
Now I know it's not the summer holidays and the weather isn't exactly picnicy, but hey, 16 degrees and a hint of sunshine is far better than 5 degrees and rain, correct? So we had decided to make the best of the holidays and the last of the decent weather and have a picnic or two in our local park. (We still did that, only we couldn't play on the slides and swings and kick the ball around).
3. Make Little Man practice cycling and go swimming
Needless to say, neither activity can be done with one hand in a sling. Cancelled.
4. Practice writing
Little Man loves reading (being read to) and counting and doing Flashcards, but oh boy, he isn't a huge fan of writing. Guess it needs sitting down in one place and concentrating – too much to ask for when he could be playing with cars or superheros! So I had decided to dedicate a few minutes every day of the holidays and make him practice his ABCs and 123s. Again, with his right hand wounded, impossible!
5. Go winter-jacket shopping
Little Man needs a new jacket this winter – his old one lasted him for two winters and is now tucked away in the loft for probable baby number 2. And the current one he's wearing fits, but it's not going to be warm enough for December's chill. So I had planned to go winter-jacket shopping this past week and tick it off my never-ending to-do list.
Guess it's still going to be on my list for a while, because you can't try a jacket with one hand in a sling and a belly that looks pregnant courtesy the massive plaster.
6. Cancel a bowling birthday party
Little Man was invited to a bowling-themed birthday, but what's the point when you can't bowl? We weren't going to drive an hour-and-a-half just for him to eat a sausage roll and cake!
7. We almost went on holiday…
And we almost booked a holiday away with friends, but decided not to in the end… whew! Going on holiday with an injured preschooler is not my idea of fun! Nor is cancelling flight tickets and hotel stays.
What we did instead…
We were mostly homebound but that didn't just mean sitting and moaning on the couch. We actually managed a rather decent half-term!
1. Lots of cuddles on the sofa
The fall, the broken arm, the mom guilt of not being able to prevent it all, plus the enforced stay-at-home led to lots of cuddles on the sofa. A major plus point in my eyes!
2. Lots of TV time
The enforced stay-at-home also meant I was going slightly insane (if Little Man was content with just cuddling all day, it would've been a breeze but no, the little fella has lots of demands!), so my favourite babysitter – the television – came to the rescue yet again. I think he's seen enough TV to last the whole of next month, but a mum's gotta do what a mum's gotta do! Yes, I even let him watch those nonsensical kinder egg opening YouTube videos. A major plus point in his eyes!
3. Naps – again!
Since Little Man is at school in the afternoons, he no longer naps. And we're usually out and about on the weekends, so he never naps then either. But this half-term I re-introduced the nap – remember the bit about me needing to keep sane? It was also the only quiet time I got to blog!!!
4. And a new look for me!
So Hubster took a day off work to sweetly help me look after our wounded soldier and also to spend some time with him. I jumped at the opportunity and booked myself in for a much-needed trip to the salon. The stress of September and then the broken arm had many a white hair pop out for my liking. I am now the owner of a lovely (shorter) mop of brown hair.
So, while I wouldn't have wanted my darling to have broken his arm, the shock of 'WTF am I going to do with him all half-term' wasn't as bad as it seemed. As they say: Life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans…
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