Alpha jetted off to Europe this weekend to see a Pixies gig with a gang of old mates, visit his Mum and go to his best friend's 40th birthday party. While Alpha was revisiting his misspent youth, I spent the weekend home alone in Dubai with the kids.
The good thing was that the kids were so dejected at being 'abandoned' by their beloved Daddy that their behaviour was miraculously good. The bad thing was that they insisted on sharing my bed ("But Mummy, what if a big bad burglar comes and there's no Daddy here to save us? Please, mummy, pleeaassee etc") then upped the stakes by demanding that our three insane cats join us. Agghhh. Never again. I spent the night on the edge of the bed being kicked in the fanny by the kids while the cats munched my toes. At least, I think it was the cats; it could well have been the Small(er) One, she has a terrible reputation for chomping on people who offend her.
Alpha is back tonight. I've never so looked forward to a homecoming in my life. I'm lost without him.