Today is the last day of the school holidays for my two boys. Separation Day.
I dread them going back to school, Callum is 15 and Euan 18.  I put off
getting them ready, (don't have to really do this now they are able to
organise themselves).   From the moment they first started school I have
experienced this.  Tomorrow you will find me clock watching and unable to
settle to anything even though I'm busy at work away from the house.  I
consider myself privileged that I have felt this way when I hear most of the
population say "Thank heavens the children go back to school soon".  We have
been very blessed that our boys rarely get upset with each other, it has
always been that way. It must be hard on the nerves when children are
constantly bickering.  So to those of you who feel this anguish on separation,
I'm with you on this one, it never goes away but is copeable and Oh how
healthy.
On a happier note, I have been supporting a mother who came out of hospital
with terribly abraded nipples and badly injured perineum which became
infected...Each visit to her and each of her many telephone calls has been
tearful and filled with pain but yesterday evening she telephoned me to say
she had turned the corner, Oh joy of joys and this was just when I thought
that she'd say enough is enough.