We missed you, Mr A!

I think that it's quite possible my girls have been missing Mr Accident. I know I have.

He walked home yesterday from three weeks of work, lugging his pack and bag and backpack and laptop case, tired and hot. I got a message "look outside!" and I looked and looked.... and saw!

And I have no doubt the neighbors saw me, too, running down the road towards him in my bare feet and apron. There's nothing nicer than that first hug after a long absence.

The girls were still having their afternoon naps, exhausted after a busy morning of play school and play group. Mr Accident snuck into their rooms and woke them up one at a time, Bug leading.

Bug has been missing her Daddy. If she sees someone (anyone!) pass us in uniform she yells "Daddy! Daddy!" and gets cross if I don't let her run to them. (Because, obviously, running across a busy street to smooch a lady who looks like Daddy would be a good idea, and not at all unsafe or offensive to said lady... But at least it's better than trying to pin the Daddy tag on a guy walking with his wife!)

Bug and I had discussed giving Daddy a cuddle when he came home, but what with the whole just-waking-up business and being one, shyness overtook her and she buried her head in my shoulder, not his.

Peanut was another matter. Even with her sleep-flushed confusion she knew EXACTLY what was going on. She threw herself up out of bed and into his arms, and clung on like a very large, messy haired limpet. Half an hour later, she still hadn't let go, and Bug was clamouring for her turn, too. Actually, so was I!

But I had my time after they were in bed, with a glass of wine and a proper, uninterrupted in-person chat.
I HAD been missing Mr A!


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