It has been a long couple of days. My assignments for uni have been starting to get me down a little. I haven't been sleeping much, firstly because of Bugalugs, and then because I've been working on my assignments. My days at work seem long and I'm always so tired when I get home after spending an hour each way on my daily commute on the bus.
The last two days I have arrived home so completely tired and wrecked that all I want to do is get some food in me and curl up on the lounge with a glass of wine and flake.
The last two days, when I have arrived home I have been greeted with actual squeals of delight. Yesterday Elijah was literally bouncing in Mummy's arms, trying to crawl up over her shoulder in his excitement to see Daddy and hopefully get a big cuddle. When I walked out of the room to put my briefcase down and take off any clothes that I really didn't want to get spewed on (like my jacket and my tie), he started crying and wouldn't stop until I came back into the room.
When I arrived home late tonight after going straight from work to my lecture, Elijah was having a bath. He had heard Daddy's keys jingling in the lock at the back door. I didn't walk in to his bath straight away as I wanted to put my things down, but apparently he was no longer interested in his bath because he was too busy looking around trying to see where Daddy was. When I walked in he started kicking his feet in delight and pushing himself off the side of the tub, hoping for a big wet cuddle (which he didn't get - I helped Mummy dry him and gave him a back dry cuddle instead - he was still covered in suds after all!).
It's the most amazing feeling to have someone who is quite clearly overjoyed that you have come home from work. It doesn't matter how crappy my day has been, he has the power to make all that tiredness and stress just melt away.
I've said this before, but I'll say it again. Being a Dad rocks!