The school residentials and the empty house

At 6.45am on Monday, I dropped my son off at school for a residential. At 7.45am on Monday, I dropped my daughter off at school for a residential. And now I have a really quiet and empty house.

How did that happen? How did they end up going away the same week? I must admit I wasn’t looking forward to it. Having one child away can sometimes be quite nice, but TWO?! And apart from feeling a bit sad and lonely without them, I wasn’t looking forward to the logistics of packing and organising for two kids going away to different places at the same time.

On the morning, I felt bad leaving my daughter at home to get ready on her own while I went to see her brother off. This was a really big day for her and I was abandoning her. But I couldn’t abandon her brother either. Even if he did just walk off to join the big group of boys by the coach without so much as a backwards glance. Parents stood behind some sort of invisible cordon because year 8s really don’t want their parents cramping their style.

And then he was gone to Germany and it was back home to my daughter. She was breakfasted and dressed and doing her hair. I already felt like it should be at least 9am, but it was only 7.15. I sat on the floor while she did her hair. And suddenly it was 7.42 and she was STILL doing her hair and I was still sitting on the floor. Apparently the hair kept going wrong. And I’d forgotten to get her to take her travel sickness tablet or put her lunch in her bag (having made four packed lunches the previous night and put them in the fridge, labelled, to avoid giving the wrong sandwiches to the wrong child).

Walking to school I felt sick and nervous. I’ve had two kids away before – the boys went on a TWELVE DAY Scout camp in Holland when they were 11 and 14 and that was hard. My daughter hasn’t yet been on a Scout camp and has only done a two-day school residential before. At home, she’s the one who’s always around, who chooses to sit in the lounge rather than her bedroom and likes lot of cuddles. She was going to leave a big hole in my life.

At school, kids were supposed to leave their suitcases and just go inside. But I sensed my daughter’s reluctance to leave. She wanted to stay with me for as long as possible. She’d been really looking  forward to this trip, but she is very close to my husband and I, and I think it had suddenly hit her that we were going to be apart for a few days.

Then parents waited on the pavement for half an hour for the coach to set off late.

And then she was gone to Wales and it was back home to my empty house.

The house feels weird without them. Life feels weird without them. I moan about being busy all the time, but I miss the rushing around when I don’t have it. Without the school runs twice a day, there’s no structure to my day. I don’t have to set an alarm. I could go running earlier or later. I could start work earlier or later. I could work into the late afternoon if I wanted to. I can watch TV in the evenings without having to wait for Dance Moms to finish or being interrupted by my daughter’s exhausting bedtime routine.

It’s my daughter I worry about most. I woke at 3.15am on the first night, worrying that she was awake, that she was sad at going to bed without me, that it was too dark for her… Nights can be very long if you’re not good at sleeping and I hated to think she might be worrying about anything.

And then came yesterday and the horrendous news from Manchester. I spent the day on the edge of tears. Thinking about all those poor children and teenagers – dead, missing or injured – and the horror their parents must be going through. My kids are safe, but it’s harder to be separated from them at a time like this. I looked at my daughter’s happy, smiling face on her school’s Twitter account and it made me cry. I texted my son and waited anxiously for a reply – anything, just a ‘yeah I’m fine mum, why are you texting me?’ just to know that he’s OK.

The house is quieter and tidier. There is less washing than usual (although I know that will change in a big way when they get back). The cupboards and fridge are more full than usual (even though we’ve lost the two with the smallest appetites). The bin isn’t as full and even the bathmat is drier.

The evenings feel impossibly long, that’s when I miss them most. Evenings are usually filled with rushing around to dance lessons. I literally don’t know what to do with myself. Ironically, having the time to actually read or watch TV, things I never usually have time to do, doesn’t make me do them much more. I should relax, but I’m not used to it.

From my eldest’s point of view, they couldn’t have gone at a better time. This is the biggest week for his GCSEs and it’s nice for him to have a bit of peace to really focus. It’s nice for him to have all our attention too (as long as we’re not nagging him).

I’m sure my kids will get home on Friday, bursting with excitement and stories. They will have experienced new things and spent time with different people. It’s not much fun without them, but I know how valuable these experiences are to them.

And in two months’ time, they’re both leaving me again – for a week-long Scout camp!

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  1. Aww! It must be so strange to have them both away…I hope they both have a great time.
    Sending hugs. Yesterday was horrible. I was so glad to get my girls home and give them a hug. It must have been so hard for you x

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    • It’s very strange to have them both away. I just felt sick all day yesterday. It really was the wrong day to be apart from the. I’m hoping my daughter knows nothing about Manchester. I wouldn’t want to be a teacher telling a load of 11yos that while they’re away from their parents and having to deal with their upset and confusion. x

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  2. Oh gosh I’m not looking forward to the time when mine go away for a few days. I suppose it’s the first step in getting used to them not being around when they grow up and go their own way. I hope you manage to enjoy the rest of the week without them.
    Nat.x

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    • Thanks very much! Less than 48 hours to go now! I’ve got used to having one or other of the boys away for a few days in recent years, but having two away at once is tough! x

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  3. It must be so strange having them both gone at the same time. Annoying that they turned out to be the same week.

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    • It’s incredibly strange! I have far too many hours in the day without them here. It has been good for my eldest though as he’s been able to focus on his revision much more without the distractions.

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  4. I got the letter in for Lucas yesterday and I am freaking out about next year already. This actually frightens me reading this. I hope they had the best time xx

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    • Eek! It’s scary when you first get that letter! It will be fine as he will have the best time ever. It was extra hard for me having two away at once. I’m used to one or other of the boys being away on Scout camps over summer, but this was a bit different! x

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  5. I bet they had an amazing time but I totally understand where you’re coming from – the house just feels weirdly empty when even one has gone, doesn’t it? I remember going on my school residential at 10 – the most exciting thing ever! Are they all going on scout camp? Now that WOULD be weird! x

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    • They both had a brilliant, time, thanks and it was lovely to have them back. It’s just the younger two going on the Scout camp, although my eldest has a couple of smaller camps at different times. I’m not sure how I’d cope if all three of them were away at once! x

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  6. It’s one of those things isn’t it? I’m pretty sure I’d just miss the boys if they went away, even though the idea of some me time several days in a row sounds like pure bliss! Hope they had the best time!!

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    • They had an amazing time! I think we all wish for peace and a break from time to time, but when it comes it’s not all we’d hoped for! Having one child away for a few days can be quite nice, but two is too much!

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  7. It must have felt so strange with the two of them being away at the same time, and especially hearing the news about Manchester. Whilst I try and enjoy it when one of mine goes away, the truth is I am always at my happiest when we are all back under one roof x

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