So I’m missing my boy, that’s to be expected. He’s a huge part of my life. He’s been gone four days now. He’ll be doing all sorts of exciting and dangerous beach stuff today. I hope he’s having a good time. I’m sure he’s loving every minute of it.
But it’s not all bad. Even though we’re missing him, there are a few advantages to him being away. Some of them I noticed straight away, some are so slight it took me a few days to notice them.
Here they are:
No milk and sugar all over the kitchen at breakfast time.
A little girl who is permanently smiling.
No fighting on the way out of swimming lessons.
No fighting over the Wii.
No fighting full stop.
A little boy who gets to sleep before 9pm.
Not having to get out a cup of mouthwash and one of water morning and night.
Less money spent on milk.
No peeling apples.
No leaving bananas lying around until they turn black.
An extra 10 minutes in bed for me in the morning.
Less clothes dropped on the floor.
A less angry mummy.
No panic to wash my hands after making peanut butter sandwiches.
Two children who giggle happily together all the time.
One less packed lunch to make and one less messy lunchbox to empty after school.