The Start of the Dad Taxi
You may have read my previous piece on finding time for myself. This week little Georgie had her first session at day nursery. Which meant that Galla and I had the morning to ourselves. This is on Galla’s normal day off nursery school so we got to do stuff that we don’t get the chance to with little Georgie around as well.
A New Regime
The normal start to the day, getting the girls up, breakfasted and dressed. Then drop off Georgie at the day nursery. Then drive Galla to the leisure centre for the start of her swimming lessons. After that we have an hour and a half before her gymnastics. After that we go to pick up Georgie from day nursery. Then home. All of this before 1pm.
I understand this sort of thing won’t stop until the girls are, say, 17 yrs old? It’ll just change to afterschool clubs, weekend sports, sleepovers, etc..etc.
Galla went to these up until my wife finished maternity leave (she looked after Georgie while I took Galla swimming). Now we can start them again. To say that Galla was excited was an understatement. As she’s now 3 yrs old she’s in a little group with a teacher and I don’t need to be in the pool with her.
It was wonderful to watch her, she was kicking along with a float more than she’s ever done with me. Every now and again she would look up for me and wave. I was so proud. Long may it continue with whatever other endeavours she takes on. I’m secretly hoping that the cycling comes along well.
This is a regular appointment for her, I normally have little Georgie in the baby carrier as we go around the gym. Me trying to get Galla to follow the route the teachers have laid out. Galla trying to do the things she most wants to do. Georgie, squealing occasionally and getting heavier and heavier. I was secretly quite glad that Georgie is at nursery now as it was becoming more of a workout for me than for Galla!
However after swimming there was a definite slowing of pace for my little 3 yr old.
Tea cakes & Milkshakes
In between all this, we had just over an hour to kill. So we popped to a local cafe and indulged in some quality daddy/daughter time. She with a vanilla milkshake and me with a latte and a tea cake. Galla did agree to have scrambled eggs on toast but when she saw my tea cake and jam she decided that looked a much better prospect. As usual I ended having little of what I want and most of what the girls should have had.
Well to say the girls were a bit over wrought after hectic morning like that was an understatement. Hopefully they’ll get used to their new routine. As I said it’s only going to get busier