This week, having asked my son (who has moved back home) to include other people’s washing when he put on a wash that generally consists of two pairs of underpants, two pairs of socks and one T-shirt, I bitterly regretted it because he chucked in two of my favourite jumpers for good measure.
This is how one of my favourite jumpers came out:-
The following photo is a picture of me sitting in my daughter’s car. It is bad enough allowing myself to be driven by one of my children – it goes against every maternal cell in my body to sit as a passenger and I am not sure I’m ever going to be able to stop the gasps, advice and invisible braking I do with my right foot – not easy when this is what the floor of my seat looks like:-
So I have two kids on holiday and one still at school for another 10 days which isn’t easy. This means two are beginning to keep far more nocturnal hours and hanging out at the house with friends, or coming in late. I feel out of control. Guess that’s how one always feels as a parent of older children. One of them is in Dublin this weekend and I worry about that – but what can you do? Trying to let go and not worry about what he’s up to.
Then I have the looming summer holiday to consider for my youngest as we try and manage a balance between letting them chill and getting them organised whilst trying to fit in some work. It is not an easy task.