The youngest has flown the coop. He was inducted in the Australian Army on Tuesday. The ceremony was really quite quick. One young man stood with the Bible in hand and fluffed his lines even though it was repeat after me..he did get his own name right though,I think, he may not have as I didn't know his name. The other 5, were four young men and a young woman, they held their hands up and said the Oath ,all at the same time,so there was a jumble of confused names, a bit like singing Happy Birthday to Quintuplets.
It's the end of an era, Like selling the cot after what you hope is the last baby. I was upset coming home after the ceremony but since I've heard from him and it's all good,hard work but good,I'm fine. It was the month leading up to it that I found hard,I was getting depressed and teary knowing it was happening and wondering what it would be like with an empty house, no requests for food now, or transport now or can you wash this now?
But now the house is empty I've had to rethink my way of thinking....that sentence makes sense, right?
I'm still the kids mum and still needed in different ways,supporting them rather than organising them.
The sky didn't fall in and I'm actually enjoying having the house to ourselves.I have the room now to go through some boxes that are stored and sell or chuck what I find.
I didn't really do a lot before and the extra time was looming large in my brain, and I really need to fill it with something so I've started walking to try and shift some of this lard. 3 days in a row I've walked 3km and I've cut out junk. I'm trying to get from 90kg to 70kg by the middle of Sept.
Instead of annoying hubby part time,I get to annoy him full time !
He'd rather I learn to cook than write, he is watching cooking programmes as I write,
him... "why can't you cook like that?"
"I made a cake today, what else do you want?"