Well, here we are. It’s Sunday night.
I have managed to make it to the end of the weekend and all three of us are still in one piece. It’s lucky I don’t have hair otherwise I would have pulled it out.
Actually, I’m quite surprised that it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. The children were actually remarkably well behaved. There were a few tears and bouts of crying at the beginning, but I was fine after an hour.
There was also a brief sticky moment on the first night when whilst putting the eldest to bed she turns and asks ‘where’s Mummy’. My first instinct is to reply, ‘she’s run off with the milkman and joined the circus. She lives in a trailer now’. But I stopped myself before it was too late, she would never have believed me.
We don’t have a milkman.
The worst of it all was the Saturday. One whole day of responsibility, what was I going to do?!
Well, I tried my best but in the end I have to thank Disney for it’s help, I couldn’t have done it without them.
I know, I know. Don’t start. Television is not the answer and does not make a good childcare attendant but hey, I’m inexperienced and somewhat desperate, so I don’t care what you think. The kids loved it so I’m happy. It’s not like I sat them in front of the telly and went out for a couple of hours, I was actually in the same room!
Anyway, all things considered I think what I’ll take away from all this is proof. Proof that I am actually a good daddy and that I can look after my own kids.
Sounds daft to say that, but it’s true, you always have the nagging doubt in the mind that if a situation came around and I had to be a lone parent (only for a day hopefully), would I be able to cope? I think that I can confidently say that I could do it. I could be the responsible one.
Ooh, it’s gone all Springer. ‘My thought for the day…………………….’