As mothers, we love and adore our children. It hurts to leave them, or when they grow up and leave us. But I don’t think we realise just how much time and energy they take up until they’re not there.
This week, all my little lambs are away. One back at Uni, the other two on holiday with relatives. Dropping the youngest off with his aunt was heart-rending. I do not like to be away from him. But I figure a week away with his aunt and cousins in a sunnier and more salubrious location than Wellington in summer would be good for him. I have to go to work, so the alternative is to put him in a summer holiday programme, except my sister was very kind and offered to have him to stay.
Here he is having a whale of a time the day before I left him and drove home. Far more fun than being stuck in horrid, grey, windy Wellington, don’t you think? You can see the grin on his face from a mile off!
And this is what I was doing…
Anyway, I woke up this morning feeling something wasn’t quite right. None of the normal morning noises were there to indicate that it was time to wake up! I got up disgustingly early, and spent an inordinately luxurious amount of time having breakfast and catching up on blogs/news/emails. Then I realised I did not need to rush off to the market because it was just me this week. One trip to the supermarket would be fine as I wouldn’t be needing to buy much. After a nice, long, hot shower, I decided it was time to get to things I did not normally have time for.
I cleaned out the fridge and threw away all items of furry and dubious nature. The fridge is looking disturbingly empty now. I thoroughly vacuumed the house. I started on tidying the mess that is the large boy’s room (hehe, he’s not there to stop me…). I stared unhappily out the window at the gales and mist… (no lawn mowing of the “hayfield” today). I edited a pattern. I did some tidying. I reorganised my room. I edited another pattern. I knitted a bit. I spent more time on the internet. I went to the supermarket.
I came home and was shocked and surprised to find the house exactly as I had left it. There were no toys on the floor. Nothing had moved. No crumbs had gathered on the carpet while I was out! The house felt clean.
So now it’s dinner time, and I don’t have to get up and cook dinner! I can sit here with a glass of wine and a bit of bread and dip and a few slices of cucumber and raw capsicum and call it done!
This is all very nice, but I shall be glad when the two boys get back. It would get boring after a while I think!