In some ways it has been a hard summer for us. A home renovation that was meant to take six weeks has taken double the time and we're still having issues with the electrics as we speak. We've travelled a lot, we've been 'homeless' a lot. Mr H and I have argued a lot, from which hob to buy - induction all the way, he would agree with me now - to which paint, shower tabs, floors and then, when all started to go wrong, whose fault it was to hire the stupid builders and incompetent project manager who created more problems than solutions. I would not want to go back and do it all over again, but when I cook in my new kitchen or shower in my new bathroom, I am happy at last.
Adding to the home stress, there has been work stress or rather loss-of-work stress. At the beginning of July my company relocated its HQ to South America and that has meant that my colleagues and I packed up our Covent Garden desks and went our separate ways. As they say, sometimes it's fate, because in all honesty, had I had my job, our home would have not been ready by now. I have literally spent days on site tackling a problem after the next. There have been tears. And sleepless nights. Lots of both.
The silver lining has been seeing Little G coping with it all rather well. She has cherished spending months at the park, literally from morning until evening. She has loved living at her godmother for a few weeks and she now thinks of her and her husband as second parents. She has learned to write her name, to eat sandwiches for lunch after loathing all kind of bread since birth, to make loom bands and to find new games to play seeing that a lot of her toys have been in storage for months. She has also been incredibly resilient when spending hours on site watching builders or plumbers.
Her new pre-school starts next week and she doesn't know a single child, but I am confident that she'll be fine. This summer of uncertainties has made her more independent, adaptable, social and self-assured. She's gone from being scared of slides to climbing every possible frame. She has been hanging out at friends' houses for entire days without naps or down time, she has gone to tennis camp and art camp and each and every time I've dropped her off she has been relaxed and ready to enjoy every minute of her independence. Go
The forced 'homelessness' has also meant that this summer has seen us travelling more than normal. We enjoyed two weeks in Southern California at the end of May (you can read about it here, here and here) as well as a last minute holiday to Puglia in August so that the painters could finish our home. Being homeless has been fun at times, I admit. I have been rather lazy with my blog updates, but now that autumn is here and G is nearly in school, I will find the time to write about our travels in more details. Plus it will be a fun task to go back to sunny pictures when the days are getting colder. (Apologies to the Instagram followers who were promised these posts weeks ago)
The final event of the summer has been my brother's wedding. Another flight to Italy later and I now have a wonderful sister in law, memories of a special day and pictures of my cheeky daughter as the sweetest flower girl for her uncle's wedding. It has been a very eventful summer, with lots of good and bad. There are still issues that still need to be worked out, but I have learned some very important lessons over the past few months.
I have good friends who care for me and they have rallied around to help me and for that I am grateful. It's nice to feel loved. It is also nice to be out of the baby days and to realise that my Little G is not 'little' anymore. She is a person and one that is mostly great fun to hang out with. She has been a challenging baby, an OK toddler, but now that she is nearly 4, she simply rocks my days. She needs no naps, no props, no gizmos, she can just hop on a taxi or jump on a plane and tell me how she sees the world. She can ask me the weirdest questions, but she also tells me the funniest tales. I wish I knew that it gets this good when I was in the hell of the baby days. Why don't people tell new mums that babies don't stay babies forever and that it is such a great thing that they don't?!