Thursday, August 19, 2010

What is the true definition of Pride?

Is it attributable to something the kids have done? Well, sometimes perhaps. But not today.

Is it something to do with nationalistic euphoria over one's football team? Er, no.

No, today, my pride is my own... at having made it through this year's period of summer solitude (while Michele and the kids are in the UK escaping the heat) without.... (drum roll please).... having overslept on any work day!! Yay - well done me!!! Believe me, this is the first time in around 4 years that this has happened!

It has of course probably been helped this year by the fact that my time as a W.A.N.K.E.R. (Wife Away, No Kids, Eating Rubbish - all of which is true by the way) has been relatively short. Just 3 weeks. But that is not to say that just because I have been able to enjoy uninterrupted sleep every night, and lie-ins at the weekend, it has been as enjoyable as it sounds. I know many friends who live alone, and who relish their independence. But for all the frustrations that children can cause you, I am now (fortunately) firmly of the view that I am a family man.

I miss them all when they are not here. I miss the noise, the chaos, the mess. And that's just Michele(!).

And I can't wait to see them all tomorrow. It honestly doesn't really matter to me where in the world we are for our family summer holidays (UK), or whether we have a 'plan' for what to do on each day. I am just going to enjoy being around the kids (and not in Dubai), having some quality time with them and Michele.

I just need to get through today, and draft my handover notes.

Oh, and pack!