Well here we are, my partner and I settling down for an evening on our own. No blaring music, no bickering, giggling, no mobiles ringing every few moments, it's oh so quiet. It's nice but it's not.
My youngest daughter went back to Brighton today for her 2nd year of uni, her dad took her down...
I had plans for this afternoon, to go the London bike ride (which I will describe in a later post) but first I was unable to hold back the tears. I had a good cry as I came back into the house from waving her off. This wasn't the first time I cried, last night as I went to bed it all got too much for me and I cried (maybe a bit too much) feeling I would never be able to stop, but sleep took over and I awoke this morning feeling a lot better.
So now, got to get on with things as an individual rather then a mother of 3, which is what I have been for over 26 years!!
I know I'll always be their mother and they'll be back for holidays and weekends before I know it, but it's a major change and will take some getting used to...