I always forget just how much I love hearing my boys laughing around the house, until they’re away at their dad’s, like they were last week.
We’ve been on our October break since the day before Max’s birthday, and the boys have spent 5 sleeps away from me in that time.
It’s a funny thing. I’m usually looking forward to having a break, some me-time, but within a day of them being away I miss them and am counting down the days till they’re home.
The house is so, so quiet without them here.
That can be a good thing, don’t get me wrong – the peace is glorious! But when I’m sat here on my own, not quite sure what to do with my time… well, it all ends up feeling a bit sad really.
I think that’s why I attempt to keep busy when they’re away.
Or at the very least make sure I’m not sat alone in my house for the duration – that’s just painful.
In the end I did have a few really lovely days with the boyfriend, but I am glad to have my boys back home and everything back to normal.
Well, as much as normal goes in our house anyway!