Time flies.

He's all grown up, and we trotted off to school this morning. Ok, so it's only for a day a week, but it's the start of something that'll last for quite some time!

So the question for me is, 'now what?' As it happens, my 'freed' time today was taken over by continued preparation for tomorrow's charity event, with more buying of things to be done (you've got to spend money to make money...). But I can well see why parents (yes - usually mums!) find it difficult when the kids start school. I suspect (though maybe this is just my sexist take on it) that I found it harder to adjust to being a 'SAHD' (stay at home dad - cheers for the terminology Sophie) than mums would, because it's still, in our culture, not the norm. And therefore I wonder if all the effort I've put, and am still putting, into making this my role will make it even harder to adjust to it not being my role. It's only a day a week though, so I've still got loads of time with him, but it has certainly been a big adjustment moving from full-time work to full-time home over this last year and a bit. Maybe that's something for another day and another blog though... I don't want to take over the excitement of today's morning-at-school with ponderings about the state of life.

And you'll be glad to know that he had a wonderful time. They do 'forest mornings' every Friday, where they head off into the forest near the school for a bit of adventure and fun. Sure, he cried when I left, though I'm assured that it was only brief. He made a fantastic rocket (of the paper variety - fireworks theme) and had a great time by all accounts. And from a father's point of view, one of the best things was that he had a 'dry' morning. A requirement of this particular nursery, but not quite a cast-iron guarantee where he's concerned :)