Silly Mummy

I have changed the background again 'sigh'
I liked the other one, but I like this one more, I think?
Oh the frustration of being so indescisive!

I would really like to design my own background and buttons but have tried on a test blog and failed, spectularly I might add. I will conquer it one day when I have more patience.

Today I have none, I don't expect to have a huge amount tomorrow either actually.

These next couple of weeks are known officially as the worst.
I truly cannot begin to tell you how much I hate them. I dread them,
put them out of my mind smiling maniacally when anyone mentions them.

I have another week like it, in the Summer but it's not quite as bad as these two.

They are the official end of the Christmas Holidays.
Other, saner people consider it all over by now.
However, in our house it's not over until the eldest
Children go back to College/pack up their room to go back to University.

Then the 'black dog' arrives...

The house takes on a different life when we are all home, there is double the laughter and noise. Different conversations, more hugs to go around.
Frankly I am in heaven.
The joy of going up the stairs and knowing that all the bedrooms are full of your most precious things is immeasurable.
I smile, turning off the twinkly lights, the tree is beautiful, the stairs all lit up. I feel completely content at that moment. The house is full of Christmas and family - my two favourite things.

Then one goes back to College. Yes, he sleeps here everynight but he leaves the house at silly o'clock and returns when it is dark. He is tired, he has Dance rehearsals and homework. We barely see each other. I do try to arrange the odd day out together, at the Tap Jam or some shopping or a Master Class that I go with him to. But they are snatched moments, I know this.

Then the eldest goes back to University. The hole he leaves is immense. He is full of life, full of new things and ideas he has learnt while he is away. He is handsome and a true Gentleman. I adore him as I do his brother of course. He brings his washing home and I love to do it. He shops for things that he eats at Uni. He fills the basket with his clothes and plays with his sisters.
Then he leaves.
He packs up his room and his bed is stripped, things taken off the walls. His room is at the top of the stairs. The first thing you see when you go up. In two weeks the door will be wide open and his room empty. And when I go up the stairs at night a bit of the house will be missing.

Silly old Mummy...

I know it's the way things are, I know it's right that they do their own thing, life their lives and make their way in the world. I am grateful they are well and smart and have grown big enough to do all this.

But I miss them, and with all my heart would have those long summer days back when they played in the Garden all day and bathed together drowning the Bathroom and laughed and chatted until late at night.

Don't wish those days away, treasure every minute, they are your blessings.

'sniff'