As you can see I don’t mean the kind of looming where by one attempts to wrap pretty coloured elastic bands round small plastic poles without them flying off and hitting you in the eye…
Sir’s trip to Cumbria is looming. I’m not sure how I feel… on the one hand I’m happy that he is going to experience new things and have an adventure. On the other hand Cumbria is 300 miles away. On the other hand I won’t be there. On the other hand we can decorate his room for when he comes back home. On the other hand I feel guilty because I didn’t exactly ask him if he wanted to go. On the other hand he would have only said no. On the other hand…
I have many hands 🙂
So Monday morning looms ever closer… I am taking his case up to the school today in order for them to have everything ready to just set off with (hopefully) the minimal amount of fuss. It seemed so far away at the time and now it’s here.
Everyone tells me he’ll be fine and I shouldn’t worry… I know he’ll be fine. It doesn’t stop me worrying.
I am off now to sort through the bags of stuff I’ve bought him and pack his brand new case.
My little boy is growing up.
I’m linking with Jocelyn at http://www.thereadingresidence.com/word-of-the-week-15515/