Mr Moi has left me. No, it’s not like you think. He’s away on a bizzo trip, the first of hopefully not many with this new job.
He’s been away since 5am Tuesday morning, and since he left it’s occurred to me that if, for example, I got sick and needed a hand looking after Le Sprog, or getting food, or anything like that, there is absolutely no one I know in this town who could give me a hand.
Previously I would have revelled in this anonymity, taking the opportunity of a quiet phone to have lots of nights snuggling up to a bottle of red wine and quite a few soppy movies. But being alone in a city with a baby is a very isolating feeling.
Lack of company aside, I thought I’d find it a real struggle going solo, but to be honest, it’s a little easier looking after just one baby than looking after the two babies. (And I’m allowed to say that because Mr Moi doesn’t read my blog).
I guess I have to go out and *gulp* try to make some friends. Again. If only for the conversation… With Mr Moi away, I’ve spoken nothing but baby talk for the past 48 hours.