Today grandpa came to visit and took Owen off our hands. In the morning we took Owen to tumble tots for the first time.
Today we just stayed home all day.
Today still no baby. We went to Witney to get supplies and Owen was happy and hyper all day, making Peter and I quite exhausted.
Today I was disappointed that the baby didn't want to be born on this beautiful date that I had chosen for her birthday (17-02-2017, all prime numbers).
Today Owen was excited to go to tennis lessons but ended up feeling bad as he was the only new kid amongst the mostly older kids, and was lost and left out. "Want to go home and see mama," he said dejectedly. Poor boy!
Today Owen went to nursery and I got the afternoon free to sketch and paint the house across the street from the living room window.
Today I took Owen to the cinema to watch Ballerina, and he was terrified though it wasn't scary at all.
Today Peter took Owen to Little Wild Things (forest school), but Owen didn't seem to enjoy it as much as before.
Today we stayed home and I finally knitted a hat for Alice's baby.
Today I felt depressed thinking that once the short break is over (while Owen is in nursery and before new baby comes) we'll again have no life or freedom for the next ten(?) years. Won't be able to go to the cinema to watch grown up movies, go to nice restaurants, relax at cafe, go out without faffing about with kids, or even just go out in the evening. We've only managed to go to the cinema once in the past 3 years without Owen. It makes me want to scream and cry.