The past week flew by. It was a little hard to get started on Monday after getting back so late from New York. I think I passed out shortly after getting into bed. Monday wasn’t particularly exciting. I worked, I did the washing, I went to the gym, the usual. In the evening we watched TV (catching up on the latest episode of Veep – this season is so good) and then I had a Skype meeting with people back home.

Tuesday evening I babysat for Dave while he went to the movies. We’d given Dave and Antony ‘two free nights’ of babysitting as a birthday present (though our availability was pretty limited). I went over early enough to catch-up with Dave and have a play with Josh. He’s exhausting, especially now that he’s crawling all over the place and pulling himself up to standing. There are so many corners he could smack his face on!

Dave left a little before 7 and Josh was distracted enough not to notice. This was great as there was no screaming or crying that Dad had gone away. He shuffled around on the floor for a while and played in the kitchen, intermittently returning to drink from his bottle. At one point he latched onto it and wouldn’t let go. He was getting tired! YAY!

I scooped him up, turned down the lights and guessed correctly that if I took him up to his cot, he wouldn’t screech and squawk, and would soon be asleep. I zipped him up into his baby sleeping suit thing, turned on the machine that tells you if they stop breathing, and left him to finish off his bottle.

He grizzled when it finished (there wasn’t much left) so I gave him another and within about five minutes he was out. Success! There was a video baby monitor so I could check up on him without getting up. He slept, but after an hour or so, flipped himself over onto his front. Panic!

I raced upstairs to turn him back over. He did not like that at all and promptly flipped again. I turned him another time with equal lack of success, before deciding that perhaps he knew best and I should just leave him be. It didn’t stop me from checking that he was still breathing every now and then.

Glen didn’t come and babysit as he had a headache, so I was on my lonesome. Glen messaged to say that he’d watched the first episode of Jane Fonda and Lily Tomlin’s new comedy, Grace and Frankie. He felt guilty for watching it without me so I watched the first episode, then we agreed we’d watch the second. By the end of the night I’d watched five and a half episodes (they’re only 30 minutes long).

Dave returned some time around ten, feeling refreshed from his night out of the house. I bid my farewells. One babysitting gig down, one more to go.

Wednesday was a typical day. In the evening we watched more of Grace and Frankie, forcing ourselves to bed after we’d watched five more episodes. There are only 12 or so in the whole season so we had one left to go.

Thursday Glen and I had a lunch date. We wanted to go to the restaurant at the Toronto Legislature but the information on the website contradicted with the information from the policeman and I wasn’t about to argue, especially when there were protestors around and everyone was in a heightened state of alarm. Instead we went to a Japanese restaurant near the hospital.

In the evening, Glen, Julian and I went to see Pitch Perfect 2 at the movies. I didn’t expect much from the sequel. There’s definitely a saggy middle in this movie and some of the jokes fall flat, but overall it was a good film. There was a lot of singing, and I even had a tear in my eye at the end. So, all in all, it was a good night at the movies. I did find it interesting that some of the sexist jokes in there absolutely did not get a laugh in the movie theatre. Good sign of the times that these attitudes are changing. And we all got excited when Canada had an appearance at the World A Capella Championships.

Afterwards we had a spot of dinner at 7 West, then home to bed.

Friday I packed and tidied the house, while Glen was at work. We’re off to London tonight for a short visit (6 days) and then off to Vienna for the finals of Eurovision Song Contest next Saturday. I discovered today that a friend from back home is also going but to the jury show on Friday night. The added bonus though is that he’s going to take a spare ticket Dion and Ben have so it won’t go to waste.

Glen got home at a good time for us to make it to the airport. It was a little like deja vu to arrive at Kipling Subway Station again on a Friday afternoon as we were only there a week ago. Had a bit of a delay checking in – our booking reference didn’t work – but it was all sorted out in the end and now we’re waiting for our flight to Ottawa and then Heathrow. Got a lot to fit in this coming week.