The boys are back, the boys are back in town.
Tom and Joe have been away on a school trip, for a whole week, together. The garden may be full on with its colour and bird song but the house has been rather quiet and dull
Mr Uhdd and I have never been without them for so long (let alone the added angst they have been in an plane, over the sea: I know there is no logic to my anxiety, they are at far greater risk on the school run, but try telling me that.) We might have made the most of our new found freedom and gone down to the local pub, but it has shut since we were last in the market for nipping down for a pint of an evening.
Well they have touched down now and we will be collecting them from school in an hour or so. I’ve cleaned their rooms, fluffed their pillows, lit a fire in the lounge and baked their favourite cake (rocky road)
I told Joe before he went, ‘Be careful crossing the road, they drive on the other side of the road over there.’ he replied ‘Muuuuum, I know: and you are supposed to look both ways before you cross the road ANYWHERE.
Friends tell me it gets worse, that a hug, a bit of Savlon and a sticking plaster will not sooth all; soon I’ll be fretting about them driving and staying out all night, drink, drugs, the list goes on….. they don’t warn you about this at NCT classes.
Hope they had a good time. Earlier in the year Daniel’s nursery took him and 3 others on a bus to the local Tesco, he loved it, but I worried until I picked him up from school 2 hours later. I don’t want to think what he might get up to in the future.
Oh my, such beautiful flowers. Another month before we have anything half so nice here.
It takes a lot of tending to make a garden, or raise children, or knit a community together. From what I’ve read at Uphilldowndale over the last year or so, you’re good at these things. Your boys are going to be just fine.
Your garden looks beautiful!
It doesn’t stop apparently. I turn 26 next week and my Dad rings me whenever he hears a news story about an accident or avalanche in Scotland I get a phonecall………. “Where are you?”
Our Middleest, had a mid week away with school at Kingswood. It’s funny, we all missed her, even her sisters were subdued!
Lovely entry and photos! Have a good Easter! xx
beautiful flowers
I’m off to uni next year my dad keeps telling me little safety tips and i have to ring him he panics when i’m on school trips as well must be programmed into parents
ove your blog and photos
Such lovely spring flowers! My boys are adults and I still worry about them, although it isn’t as bad as when they were younger. You just never stop being a parent. I wonder if my mom still worries about me?
I love forsythia. It’s one of my spring favourites. Is the fourth pic welsh onions or chives? Neither of ours are anywhere near flowering yet. The spurge(euphorbia) isn’t far behind though.
Now we’re all a bit grown up, my family seems to operate on the no news is good news basis. Mind you, now my dad’s on facebook I know what he’s up to…
Chives, it always surprises me how quick they are to get up out of the ground
Hope your boys had a good time. People are right, it’s certainly going to get worse before it gets better, however I’m here to tell you that you do come out the other side eventually:) You always worry about them though, I still ask mine to call me when they arrive if they are driving any distance and they range from 29 to 36 and are married with, in two cases, children of there own! An d I can remember my mum asking me if I’d got a vest on because it was cold when I was in my 40s – regardless of the fact that I hadn’t worn a vest for about the previous 30 years!!
Nope, they never mention any of that at NCT classes! But then, after we’d watched the labour video we thought we could cope with anything!
Thoughts and words that could have been written at my blog, too. I recognize every word! Thank you.
ps. The flowers at photo 5 are lovely.