You and I have made it to the weekend. We are half way through your mama's work trip and what a weeks it's been. Monday started of slowly with you waking up at 8 and consequently me getting to work at 11:00. I basically had time for a few emails before I got back on the train at 16:30 only to be told that our train line was experiencing severe delays and to look for alternative methods of transport. At the end of two trains, a bus and a mile jog I made it to you at 18:30. You weren't impressed with your papa after that day. After I forked out the late fee and we both sucked it up and made more of an effort. The rest of the days went smoother from a drop off and pick up filled with singing in the car and mango snacks. This morning was a little different, you woke up quiet, without a spring in your step. Not sure whether it was my driving or the piece of banana I gave you in the car, but as soon as I got you out of the back seat you lost your breakfast all over my back. After a quick superwoman change of outfit for you, you were joking and ready for nursery. I on the other hand, well, let's just say I didn't have to squeeze in the tube today. Now you are in bed and we have the weekend ahead of us. It's exciting that I get to spend this much time with you although we both miss your mama terribly. We have household chores lined up, shopping to do (all your clothes are too dainty for the sand pit at school) and the park to visit tomorrow. Let's see how much of that we can fit in. On a side note, all I can really say is that single parents are rock stars and should be given a plaque or statue in their honour. Doing this for a week is not easy, but to have a child's upbringing be on only one set of shoulders is downright daunting. Cheers to all of you out there, and thank you very much Mamu!