Oldest son goes off to University tomorrow. A simple sentence covering a lot of work and a lot of emotions...
I'm aiming to start the 30-day blog meme on Monday, but in the meantime, a couple of brief thoughts:
We're getting up at 6am tomorrow with the aim of being out by 7am. We've never done the journey to Uni-town, and guesses are running between 5 and 8 hours, so we really need to be on the road asap. Oldest son is still up, still Facebooking (although it's hard to tell because obviously he changes the screen just as I walk in the door; can't complain, I do it myself) and about an hour ago he suddenly realised he needed the box his second monitor came in, to transport it safely.
He discovered it outside the front door, behind the recycling crates. Obviously totally unusable, but we figured the polystyrene would be fine, so he decided to investigate. Five minutes later, "...Mu-u-um? Can you get the spiders out for me?"
So there I was in the back garden at 11:15 at night, gingerly dragging large chunks of polystyrene (my God it makes a lot of noise) out of a wrecked cardboard box. Luckily(?) the one live spider was way big enough to be seen immediately in the rather low light coming from indoors, and it got a free flying lesson pretty quickly. Picked up the polystyrene again and spent twenty minutes solemnly dusting spiders' webs and bits of unnamed vegetable matter out of the silly crevices and fancy formation thingies.
I have to say, that was never on my list of things I thought being a parent might involve. Mind you, the species would die out in a generation if anyone really understood the joys of parenting before getting into it.
On Monday, perhaps, an account of our very long day to Uni-town and back. Or I might just ramble a little and look at pictures to celebrate Delpo's birthday.