We had a blissfully stress free and boring weekend. In between sitting around and doing nothing (as is my wont) we were packing for 9 year old’s camping excursion and eating delicious food. All homemade and all by husband. Yes, you heard that right. HUSBAND COOKED AND I DID NOT. Whatever will people say?
Actually, I didn’t do much of the packing. 9 year old actually packed pretty much everything himself -yes, you heard that right, too. SON PACKED HIS OWN BAG AND I DID NOT. Whatever will people say? He tried ever so hard to roll up his sleeping bag but what the hell, sleeping bag people? Why is it that it’s so easy to get out of the bag and an adventure in frustration world to get it back in the bag? WHY DO YOU TORTURE US SO? After putting our thinking caps on, we opted to use a different bag for his sleeping bag and all his camping gear fitted neatly in one case.
We were at school early, and we waited till he had boarded the bus and we waved our goodbyes. Surprisingly very few tears though his younger brothers did shed a few. This is his first little expedition away from us (apart from the occasional; come to think of it, very rare sleep over at my mum or sister’s place). There is so much worry on my side. I am sure he will be ok and he will be fine and will probably be all grown up when he gets back but it doesn’t stop the worry.
