This has been a sad, sad week. The Teenager went back to school on Wednesday and I’m still wiping away the tears, getting used to rattling around an empty house with only Jeremy Kyle for company.
There is so much I will miss:
- The feeling of lightness in my wallet. It will take a bit of adjusting to not having to dig deep every single day. Money for the cinema and lunch in town with friends for him, beans on toast and ‘Cash In The Attic’ with the cat for me.
- Telling the Teenager for the umpteenth time, ‘In my day, we….(insert one of the following – ‘didn’t have the internet’, ‘made our own fun out of tin cans and bits of string’, ‘walked everywhere’).
- The loud music blasting from his bedroom when I’m trying to have a quick shut-eye. Everything from Nirvana to the Beach Boys to new stuff I’m far too old to know the names of. He’s nothing if not eclectic.
- The drama involved in buying a new school uniform. Will particularly miss the slammed bedroom doors, followed by shouts of ‘s’not fair, hate school, stoopid Harry Potter blazer.’
- Ditto School Shoe Shopping (SSS). I’m sure the lovely lady who helped us really didn’t mind bringing out so many boxes of shoes to a Kevin The Teenager lookalike. She did look awfully happy/relieved when we left though.
- The friends who pop over to see The Teenager for an hour and end up staying all day. Such dear, funny little people. Not at all loud.
- The chainsaw snores from The Teenager’s bedroom as he has yet another lie-in.
So, forgive me if I’m a touch emotional. I have dug out all the old photographs of his first day at school, stretching back years. They range from the impossibly cute, smiley 4 year old to the one last year, where I had to bribe him with an extra quid for lunch. He’s slouched, unsmiling, barely looking at the camera. Sigh. This year, in his smart new blazer, his photo was more like a mugshot for junior Crimewatch.
Anyway, I have to pull myself together and not feel too despondent. As The Teenager couldn’t wait to tell me yesterday, it’s only six weeks to half-term. Like, yay.
I too was vey sad to wave my 2 off back to school on Tuesdaybut that changed to indignation when they literally sprinted out the door. Both very excited to be off back to school #not normal. Were holidays in the sun and my bubbly personality not enough for them? Meh!
Yup. My son doesn’t seem to need me around any more,lol. Takes a bit of adjusting to! Off to a food fair tomorrow and asked him along. I won’t quote what he said, but he’s not coming!
haha – you made toys out of tin cans and string? My dad did too! I always thought he made that up… 😉
Oh, growing up. Such fun. I remember what a delight I was to my poor parents. There was a spell when I wanted nothing to do with them, as they were hopelessly embarrassing and uncool. It’ll get better! (Plus, YOU are not embarrassing and totes cool!)
I told The Teenager you said I was cool. He said, ‘whatever’ and went to his bedroom. What did I say wrong??
I think your mistake was in not saying I said you were “TOTES cool.” Go give that a try and see if it doesn’t do the trick.
Haha! Tried that and was rewarded with an evil look of disdain, lol.
And here I was TOTES SURE it would work!
Wish you could have seen the look he gave me!! If looks could kill and all that.