It was bedtime reading time. But it wasn’t just bedtime reading.
It was bedtime reading the night Hubbie went back to work.
Ohhh. The horror. The agony! The sadness.
The day before you go back to work is actually worse than the day you are back at work. Thinking of the routine, the inescapable work days ahead, the hours, the holidays you could be on…
Ugh. Ugh ugh ugh.
Which is why tonight, Hubbie wasn’t even in baby girl’s bed with me as we started to read Room on the Broom. He was up in our room getting ready to go to sleep, while baby girl was eager to read the book that we had only seen the on-stage production of, days earlier…
while Hubbie was STILL on holiday.
I started to read. Then baby girl started to read. We were taking turns. I had told her I would read most of it (wanting to get her to bed earlier) but of course somewhere along the way, she changed her mind. As usual.
She started to read more.
And, Hubbie heard it.
I heard his footsteps coming down the stairs. He couldn’t help himself. 😉
Before long he was on the other side of baby girl, the three of us squished into her king single bed taking turns reading Room on the Broom. 🙂
And I realised, sure, sleeping in every day as a family IS great… but you don’t need to take time off work to enjoy life. You don’t need to be on holiday to make memories with your loved ones, and set up traditions so that there are reasons to smile every day with them, rather than just a few weeks a year, when you are not working.
Like reading a book together, in bed. 🙂