He's ba-ack.
Greeted at the airport by a very excited (with exclamation marks!!!) little girl dressed in her fairy dress because it is her very best and most prettiest dress of all, and with a fancy hairdo done by Aunty Lara.
Now, to adjust.
I used to find that adjusting to having him back was sometimes harder than having him away. My daughter is used to me being home all the time, not so much him. (Except for the 7 months of parental leave.) And as I'm the softy, or inconsistent disciplinarian, and he's the hard ass, consistent disciplinarian, it has, historically, been a bit of a challenge having her realize that she's not going to get away with alot of the stuff that she has with me. And it's not like I suck at being a parent, a mother, because I actually think that I'm a pretty good mother...it's just that my tactic tends to be more distract and ignore than to go on and on trying to tame her crazy, whining, crying, delaying beast (when it emerges). And, in the end, once we've both forgotten why she was whining, crying or delaying, we actually end up having a pretty good time. (We being me and her.)
So? What is right and what is wrong? Dealing or distracting? They both kind of take the same amount of time, both end up with a similar result. All I really want, both now and in the long run, is to have a happy, healthy, respectful child...with a pinch of integrity and a flavourful character.
I guess that's why she has us both.
As for me and my adjustment...I've found my place of peace with it. I know who I am and what I bring to this family, ditto for him. (You just keep on bringing in that bacon honey!)
Just a few days to rebalance and we'll be back on track.
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