Monday 5 March 2012

I’m sad :o( But I suppose I’m excited at the same time. We’ve embarked on the first official stage of our Scottish adventure … hubby’s moved to Scotland and started his new job! He left at 4am yesterday morning. I knew he was planning on leaving early, but 4am?! He woke early and couldn’t get back to sleep, bless him. Must have been one of those “big day ahead” feelings. I was ok when I woke up – I’d seen him leave, and we’d had a nice evening together with no working, a big bag of Maltesers and some of our fave telly so we’d sort of said goodbye (we don’t do big emotional scenes!). I was ok when the kids asked where Daddy is – he’s at work in Scotland, the first bit of our exciting adventure. I was ok through getting dressed and through breakfast. Then I saw the note he left for us. Then I was not ok. I had a bit of a cry. Oli was so adorable … he gave me a big squashy cuddle and said that he misses Daddy too. All day he was saing “let’s pretend Daddy’s here”, and was very put out that we didn’t have a Darth Vader for our Star Wars playing. We’ll be ok on our own for a bit, although we’re not sure when we’ll see each other again at the moment. We have a friend’s wedding on 17th March, and it may well not be until he comes home for that. Mum and Dad invited us for dinner, and I think if I keep us all busy the time will fly. Before we know it the house will be sold, a new house will be bought and we’ll be packing up and driving off into the sunset. We tried a bit of a sneaky experiment – we asked the Scottish estate agent if the bank which owns the farmhouse would do a part-ex. They won’t. Boo! Can but try I suppose, we’ll get there somehow. In the meantime, I have fudge …