Sunday, May 31, 2009
He started his bedtime routine early, asked for computer story on my lap, and by 6.30 was asking about story upstairs. I took him up, we had a couple of stories, lay in his bed and chatted, and by 7pm I was down again, a good 45 mins earlier than usual.
He's had a hectic day in some ways though, and R being in and out all day is unsettling him. But this is it for a few weeks, and then after a week of earlies this week we should be into a few weeks of normal.
R went into town this morning to go and get his hair cut and try and send the money to the She-Ex, but Western Union was down in First Choice, so nothing doing. He tried. He'll try again tomorrow. Never mind. He didn't get his hair cut either. He did, however come back with a package for the AC, of Dad's Army DVD's that AC has been asking about.
Got to love him.
This morning made me think of this, a Robert Frost poem, called Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Now I appreciate it is summer, not snowy and so on, but there is something about the last verse that always makes me think of R. "I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep" and that's why he left this morning. That's why he left on a morning almost a year ago now, that's why he always leaves. Because he made a promise, and he's keeping it.
He has only ever made me two promises, and he's delivered every time. He comes close to promising me things, and I always pull him back, because I have had so many promises broken to me in the past. He is an amazing man, and I love him.
R is on earlies this week, which is great in some ways because he should be home sometime in the afternoon, he should get Friday off, and it should all work out nicely, but it's pants in other ways because he hates mornings, (thankfully his girlfriend is good at mornings and loves them!) it invariably wakes the child, and it's a lot like hard work!
Today he has an "early" morning for a Sunday and has to be at work for 7am.
I'll go and get him up.
I have more to write!
I cannot help BG if I don't hear from her mother. Last time I heard from her was Wednesday tp say that she'd read the first 50 words of Dora's Hallowe'en. I asked her for a scanned in couple of pages so I could assess the level, and a video of her reading, and gave her a list of words (10) for a pretest, and so on.
Have I had anything back? Nope.
And then when BG goes back to school and does not so well, it'll all be my fault somehow! LOL!
Never mind, moving on.