Yesterday my eldest two left bright and early for their first "proper" overnight excursion. They were both pretty excited to be spending the night away with their friends. After the stresses of packing and making sure they had this and that, I (nervously) waved them off on the bus.
I suppose I must be a creature of habit. Without all those extra daily things to do, I felt a little lost. It seems the more time that I have, the less I do. The less time I have, the more efficient I seem to be with it. Could it be that I am more capable as a mother of three than one? I wonder if anyone else experiences this strange phenomenon?
So I look forward to an evening full of noise, unpacking and new stories to hear. The very gradual process of letting go as a parent can be difficult. I'll be happy (and relieved) to have them back.
Wishing you all a happy weekend.