I am so glad to have gotten to the end of this week! It was a great week all together, full of fantastic accomplishments, reuniting with good friends, and some awesome Mommy/Toddler time. It was, however, also a long week of single parenthood (Much love to all the single parents out there! You’re amazing and don’t ever forget it!), a week of feeling like I should be somewhere else, and a lot of laundry… a lot of laundry.
Day 6 for Dave was spent jaunting from one airport to the next, each one a bit more disappointing than the last. For Little Man and I the morning was spent at the Hazelwood Herb Farm in Cedar, and then a lot of cleaning… a lot of cleaning.
The Herb Farm was by far the bright spot for both of our day, and it’s finally convinced me that I’m trying to rush Spring along a bit too quickly for Vancouver Island. The minute the temperatures got into the high teens in Celsius (that’s 60s… I think… in Fahrenheit…) I feel like I should be out in the garden planting something. Except that it’s still pretty cold at night, and the ground is still pretty cold, and nothing that I want to plant (peppers, basil, etc.) is ready for that type of temperature. This became very clear to me at the herb farm where they sell the types of plants that currently do good at this time of year. Little Man and I came away with some great herbs (oregano, thyme, chives, and sage), as well as celery. I’ve never tried celery in my garden (or container box) before, but I thought that it might look like a great dinosaur forest for Little Man. So like for most things, including parenting and gardening, I’m learning that a little patience goes a long way. But right about now, I’m really impatient for Dave to be home!!!
Day 7: Homecoming!!!
Dave finally made it home this morning. Little Man has been counting the number of breakfasts he had to get through before Daddy would be home, so this one he ate with relish and was constantly glancing at the door expecting Daddy to come waltzing in the minute his food was finished. Not quite… But after breakfast and the crazy dance of getting myself and my toddler ready for public appearances, we finally got the long awaited text that the ferry was pulling in, and then we were off to the car.
It’s always good that I give a buffer zone of time just for the process of getting the few meters (Canada-speak there… Did you catch it?) from our front door to our car. This time it was the two farm dogs that caught Little Man’s fancy, but then he had to go say “hi” to his lady friends, the chickens. At that point the little bitty “not dog,” as the farmer calls him, was running with him, Little Man took the opportunity to make a mad dash across the farm towards the sheep pen and his favorite hill at the back of the property. Eventually the dogs and the toddler were corralled and we got to the ferry terminal just before Dave made it out of the building.
The rest of the day was a blur of Daddy and Little Man cuddles, nap time for all, and much playing. You could almost hear the “reunited and it feels so good” chorus as the two of them raced around the yard, Little Man “cutting the grass” with his toy lawnmower and chasing his dad. I have a feeling that the upcoming week will be one of recovering from exhaustion and gearing up for more dissertation deadlines, but at least we’re all together and now there are two of us to clean up toddler messes. And there’s the awesome sign, too.