Emily tried my patience in the morning, though I think I overreacted due to PMT, as really she was just being a toddler. After several weeks, we saw Julia and Charlize. She has the combined stress of a father who has just had a stroke, jetlag from a 4 day lightning visit back home to see him, and a house move. She seemed quite cheerful in the face of such adversity. There was a sudden drop in temperature and we were back in layers of clothes after a couple of weeks of just T-shirts.
Emily was in Pokke daycare after lunch. It was the fourth time, and she was still very upset when I left. I had trouble peeling her off me to hand her over as she was clinging on so tight. They said she was OK except she cried every time another mother came to collect her child. As before, I felt very guilty when I left her, but did enjoy my freedom immensely. The aerobics class seemed similar to the first time but for some reason I struggled to follow at times. Afterwards I tried out some of the toning machines as well. The pool looked very nice, but at the time I might want to go in - after the class - it was packed with children and the two lanes set aside for adult length swimming were too busy.
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