…and nothing

At the breakfast table this morning I ran out of one of my tablets.
I went to the draw to fetch another packet.
I noticed an empty chocolate box on the side and picked it up.
In the kitchen on the way to the bin I thought I would take the cloth off the table and put it in the wash.
I took the cruet off the table and noticed the salt needed filling.
I took the cruet with me and I put the rubbish in the bin.
I got the new salt and filled the cruet, spilling salt as I did so.
I wiped the worktop and the one next to it and the cooker top.
As I moved around towards the sink I got myself a glass of water, taking a sip I wondered where my tablets might be.
Exhausted I sat at the table, still with its cloth on and re-traced my steps in my head now resting in my hands.
That revealed a total blank so I physically went back around my route and found the new tablet sachet in the bin, and the empty sachet on another worktop.
And the cloth is still on the table.

Housework!
Give it up!
Blog about it instead!

Clothes are all ready; backpack has been packed for days. Supplies have been checked and double checked and triple checked and, Oh you know what its like.
Then my questions to him,
“Have you got…?” “Yes mum”.
“Have you packed…?” “Yes mum”.

I am so nervous and so is he although he won’t admit it these days but I can tell by those beautiful eyes that I now have to stand on my tippy toes to look into.

The word is excited.

Last night his friend came, I am so pleased that he has a travelling companion. The talk was buzzing,
“What time shall we set our alarms for?”
“What time shall we go to bed?”
“Have we got…?” and “Do you think we should…?” “Yes Mike and No Mike.”
“Are you taking…?” and “Have you packed…?” “Yes Ben and Yes Ben”.

When Ben was little he ‘occasionally’ drove me nuts with his questions. I used to say “Yes Ben yes Ben yes Ben yes Ben” very very quickly until he laughed.

Over our evening meal in the garden; BBQ, his favourite, we tried hard to talk of other things but it was futile. This is too big, they are too excited.

It was an early night for us all. Paul & I are no longer able to take that much excitement! I woke every hour, checking the clock to make sure I hadn’t overslept. I didn’t, I was there.

In my kitchen are two young men, dressed and ready to go.
Too excited for breakfast
Check the bags again.
I check the flash on my camera, I can’t remember the last time I used it.

It is 4.00am, still dark in our world. I am in my nightie, in the road, camera around my neck.

It never stops: the worry, the concern, and the nervousness. The circumstances change, the subject of a mothers worry, a constant series of new stages.
Crawling, toddling, walking and falling.
Falling off the slide, the swing and the bike.
Playschool, big school then college.
Friends, public transport, clubbing and drinking.
University, course work, girlfriends and exams.
Driving, working, and travelling.
The Motorbike! and now
The Trip Abroad on the new, bigger, faster motorbike.

2 Blokes, 2 Bikes, 8 Days

When did my baby, my beautiful brown eyed boy become a bloke?
And why did nobody tell me?

…gorgeous arrived in the post!

my first mail art, a lovely packet, beautifully decorated form Heather.


Thank you so much, I love it.
Sorry about the photo’s they don’t do the parcel justice. I have a new phone & haven’t got the hang of the thing yet.
I have been so nervous about my idea until today. I was thinking along the same lines as Heather, but never having done anything like this before, well, I just made it up! We will have to wait to see what my recipient thinks of her parcel. I will put it in the post tomorrow, providing the post office accept it and I can afford the postage having used so much glue & ‘cello tape, it should arrive early next week.