My last little babe flew the nest today, his first full day of school.
They let us in gently, with a five day run-up of 1/2 days, which you would think would ease the shock. But I still came home and cried like a baby. And I wanted my mum.
It was such a weird feeling. And I spent the pre-school morning arguing with my girls, and telling them they were going to make us late. When actually it was me who was making everyone late dithering about. I wasn't as bad with the girls as I always had a babe to bring home with me on their first day. I had all these plans what I was going to do with my day, how wonderful to have the time do things, ... but actually I just paced the floor, and watched the clock, tidied their rooms over and over and then found myself baking a 'First Day' treat for James and a 'Sorry for being such a horrible mother' treat for Issy and Lolly to ease the angst.
God forbid the day they ever leave for University!! Poor souls... I'll still be baking them woodland fairy cakes!