Oh, oh oh. It was horrible. Just horrible. Yesterday was the first day that I haven't cried. I cried before he went when the girls hugged him goodbye. I then cried when we got to the Campus and saw his grotty little room and the look on his face; I cried when we had a last cup of tea together; cried when we said goodbye, cried on our 2 hour journey to Bath, cried just a teeny bit in Cath Kidston the next day, and then sobbed on Amanda's sweet shoulder at Shepton Mallet, and finally on Monday when I went grocery shopping and realised I didn't need to buy his Muller Rice. It has been much, much harder than I ever thought it would be and I am wondering if it is because it is bringing back memories of the times I have been overwhelmed with homesickness. Who knows - but either way I don't like it.
Between the tears though I have had to smile at Alice. She is very excited about moving into Tom's bedroom as she has always shared with Lucy. I don't think we had been gone half an hour before she had put her 'touches' onto her 'new' space
His Play Station complete with crochet doily.
His vintage, wooden crate (i.e his bedside table!) transformed with my a (inside out!!) embroidered tablecloth and pillows.
His handmade CD box draped, again, with doily love and the all important 'High School Musical' in a prominent position.
Bless her for making me smile, and as Anth reminded me, she is being creative and doing what I keep hoping my children will do - have their own individual style and be that little bit different than the rest. Oh, I love my children.
