On Thursday it took an hour and a half to drive to work – which meant I got in late. Fortunately it’s half term next week, so I’ll get in early and make the time up, but I still had to leave at 4.30 to get to nursery to pick up H – and that took another hour and a half – it’s normally 45 minutes! So H was one of the last ones out at nursery… which always brings me back to
But still it’s there.. one of the first in, one of the last out… fortunately H doesn’t care one bit – and it’s me dealing with the guilt. I remember the first time I went to pick her up after I returned to work and it took forever, I was in tears in the office apologising to her while she just giggled and didn’t care. It’s definitely a parent thing..