The countdown to Seattle has really begun.
On Friday a letting agent came round to talk about renting out our flat here in London, and today the Husband flew out to Seattle to start his new job at MSN. He’s going to be away for a week being ‘inducted’ and I’m feeling rather apprehensive.
Not so much for him you understand, but because this is the first week ever that there won’t be anyone available if necessary to pick up the pieces at the end of a long day. For the last eighteen months I’ve been able to hand over the Minx to her father as soon as he comes through the door every evening and he has fed her her supper, supervised her bath and put her to bed while I gently recover in a corner.
On top of that he’s had the last month off work altogether and we’ve all got used to having him around the place. I’m just hoping that the cries of ‘Dad-dy back?’ don’t become too insistent as I have a feeling that a certain little person is going to miss him very much. Wish me luck.