When Croatia were knocked out of the Euro 2012 football tournament last week, I breathed a sigh of relief and awaited the return of the Greek God(zilla) to the fold.
He’d been in Poland for just over 2-weeks and although we’d found our own little groove at home, I’d still missed him and was looking forward to having him back.
When we’d spoken on the phone, he’d sounded a bit bored.
The hotel he was being put up in was located outside the main city and there was not much to occupy him outside of the matches.
This small town did not have any restaurants, just a few bars. He’d be picked up by a colleague around lunchtime, taken to whatever game or training session he was covering that day, and then dropped back to the hotel again a few hours later.
Hence why every time I spoke to him, he was either in bed or drinking beer.
Back in the UK, I was excited for a break from the solo parenting gig. I’d really enjoyed my time with Zachy but it’d be nice to go to the loo without a toddler bursting in and asking “What you doing, Mummy?” or to have 10-mins lie down on the sofa without cars being raced up and down my leg.
So when I got home from work last Wednesday, I was slightly surprised to find the Greek God(zilla) on the sofa with his feet up, the footie on in the background and a beer in hand.
A position he took up for the next couple of days until I went off to BritMums, when I assume he did get up to feed and water our son… however when BB called mid-afternoon he was just stirring from a mid-afternoon nap. The Greek God(zilla) that is, Zachy was watching Ice Age 2 next to him on the bed.
holidays very important business trips must eventually come to an end, and this week he returned to his usual desk job.
When Zachy woke up this morning, the first thing he said when noticing my empty bed was “Where’s Daddy?”
“Daddy’s gone to work” I replied
“Daddy’s waking up now” he said, matter of factly.
Let’s hope so.