Not entirely unexpectedly, Emily bawled when I left her at the nursery this time. I knew it was too good to be true. She was sobbing 'Mummy' and it was like a knife in my guts. I almost wanted to say that I had changed my mind as I felt so guilty. After all, it isn't even for the noble reason of needing to go back to work (yet). After painfully extricating myself, I did just make it back to Tamachi for my aerobics class. I was already drenched in sweat by the time I got there, and there was not enough aircon in the gym so I was dripping by the end of it. However, it did take my mind off Emily and I really enjoyed it. A quick revision session in Starbucks afterwards had me panicking about resuming my Japanese lessons tomorrow.
The nursery provides a little book to record her activities each visit, and they also take a photo and paste it in. It is a lovely record of her early years that we can treasure, though it gives me a pang to read about her doing things without me being there.
Just as we arrived home, a storm came over the city. Last year it felt like we had one nearly every evening in August but this was only the second one this summer. Emily and I stood out at the front of the apartment and watched the show, though it was only sheet lightning and distant rumbling, so we were obviously not that close to the centre. Nick will have been pleased as he has been bemoaning the lack of Thor's wrath most nights.
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