Mutterings of a Fool

Man, Dad, Runner, Chief dog walker

Flying solo

It’s been emotional. That would be my 3 word summary of this week so far. Although to be fair that probably summarises most weeks as a parent doesn’t it?

There was the good; I have the week off work as holiday and if you ignore the gale force winds the weather was actually pretty good. It was also Matilda’s birthday on Monday so we had a bit of a party on Sunday afternoon.

Matilda playing with play dough

There was the bad; Monday was the lady of the manor’s first day back at work after a fabulous years maternity leave. You could sense the dread as this day approached in this house, we’d love for her to stay off work for longer but you have to pay the bills eventually don’t you?

Then there was the ugly; with the lady of the manor working Monday and Thursday I was flying solo for the first time with both babies. Not just for a few hours either, the lady of the manor is a nurse so she was gone from 6am to 9pm. Scary stuff. A well oiled parenting machine I was not, more frantic and chaotic than calm and controlled. Oh and there was the added bonus of a sick Matilda and a vomiting incident at bed time.

But we all survived, the children are still alive and the house is pretty clean and tidy. It was definitely daunting though, clearly I do a lot with my children anyway but having such a long period where it’s just you making the decisions is a whole different ball game. It takes time to pick up on all the little signals that say ‘I’m hungry’ or ‘it’s nap time’, plus of course planning ahead so you have meals ready when needed or milk in bottles for bed time.

Henry standing at slideFlying solo also meant it’s the first time that Henry has really had a bottle and no option of being breastfed, we weren’t sure quite how he was going to react to this. But it would seem being the greedy guts that he is that it was no issue, drank it first time with no complaints and now moans if we give Matilda milk and not him!

Solo bed times with both of them isn’t something I want to do too often; reading a story while giving Henry a bottle on my lap and Matilda sitting next to me drinking her milk is just a little stressful. But I have actually thoroughly enjoyed myself and also feel pretty satisfied that I managed to do it. Especially getting Henry down for naps, something I hadn’t done much of as the lady of the manor normally feeds him then.

It’s a brave new world…I just hope the lady of the manor doesn’t see this as her opportunity to disappear at weekends.

P.S. don’t misinterpret this as me thinking I’m a hero for doing it, the lady of the manor does most of this stuff every day, she’s the hero. Just glad to be able to step up and do it every so often.


  1. Don’t feel bad about finding it stressful mate, I’ve been doing it for a year and still get stressed. And I’ve only got one. It is far far harder than any day job so I totally understand why people say being a stay at home parent is a full time job.

    • It’s the juggling of 2 that is so hard, will definitely be easier in a few months when henry is walking and doing more himself

  2. sabrina montagnoli

    April 19, 2013 at 12:15 pm

    As Daddy that naturally makes you a hero 🙂

  3. Middle-Aged Maton

    April 19, 2013 at 1:35 pm

    You really do not make me nostalgic for those early days!

  4. Good work Papa. Ride the rollercoaster 🙂

  5. You’d get used to it: I was primary carer for the twins for a year after the Mummy went back to work; you’ve probably been thrown in the deep end whereas I had a year’s practice as joint carer. Sounds like you did well 🙂

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