Alone

It is a tiny thing.  Really.  And it does NOT take away from the joy and pleasure and feeling that I would not change one single minute of the last 7 weeks.  But I am relishing these first few hours of being alone.

The boys have gone to their Dad.  It's the first time that we have been apart since June 1st.  There were lots of tears this morning when they left for their first day back to school..... knowing that they would not be coming home until Sunday night.  They've been home with me for the last two days (since we returned) and I think I was partly resisting having to let them go.

They have been incredible.  For all the times they drive me up the wall and send me to eyeball-rolling parenting hell in our "real" lives .... they have been the most incredibly mature, brave, trusting, wonderful, adventurous and fun travelling companions that anyone could ask for.  I am so lucky.  And so grateful.  And so proud.

And right now, to ease the pain of missing them, I'm watching the Dixie Chicks DVD "Shut Up And Sing", drinking my daily dose of vegetables (V8) with my hair soaked in conditioner and my pj's on.  And I'm slowly getting used to having alone time again.

Dixie Chicks - Not Ready To Make Nice