Child I mean, older boy has gone away on a school residential for three nights. This isn’t the first time he has been away from home for that long, but it sure feels strange. Now I am fully confident that he will have a complete ball and I’m not worried in any way about how he will cope without me. Yet it feels odd. Younger boy and dog are happily entertaining themselves and have between them created their usual amount of mayhem, to include eating sponges, barking (that’s the dog) and younger boy’s insistence on riding his bike as if it’s a motor bike.
The strangest thing of all was him telling me he loved me and giving me a hug and a kiss before he set off, this was in full view of his mates and other parents. This surprised me and touched me to the extent that I almost cried. Prior to going to wave him and his classmates off, needing to go to school to see him off just felt like something else on my job list. Pack kit, tick, get boys to school, tick, hurry through work, tick, submit work, tick – you get the picture. As I was making the journey to school, I was already thinking about what I could do with the 40 minutes free time I would have before returning to school yet again to pick younger boy up. Should I walk the dog, should I try and do some of my online survey work, could I do some of my phone work and be a bit ahead of myself for next week, and then there were chores. In the end I managed a couple of phone calls as part of a job and another phone call to reserve another job.
Seeing the kids off felt like a special event, as parents milled around it felt as if we were waiting for a bride and groom or a celebrity to emerge from school. Once the children started to appear in procession, some of us parents ran down the road to make sure that we didn’t miss the coach going. There was then all the waving and hugging and for a moment I almost felt as if we were sending off evacuees.
So far all I have heard on my twitter feed is that they are safe, sound and suitably excited. I am surprising myself cause I am already planning a lovely home-coming meal for older boys’ return. Bear in mind this is coming from the woman who takes every shortcut I can when it comes to cookery. Lets watch this space and see if it becomes a reality. Maybe, just maybe, absence of older boy is helping me to locate that hidden homemaker I have been talking about.