Well, I've made it through the first night and the first school run, without a single tantrum, not even from me. Always a bit weird, the first night he's away. Keep thinking I hear strange noises in the house - footsteps, whispers, that kind of thing. And all that double-checking - I did turn the hot water off, didn't I? (Yes) I did lock the back door, didn't I? (Yes) And I did remember to put a booby trap in front of the back door, didn't I, so that anyone kicking it in would trip over the washing basket and hopefully stun themselves and give me time to call 999? (Yes)
Last night I was prepared to bet everything that youngest child would be throwing up every hour - she's the only one of us not to have caught the dreaded bug and I was convinced she was just waiting for her daddy to leave the country before coming down with it. But no. All well. Eldest two deliverered to school on time, youngest at nursery for the morning. And it's a gorgeous spring morning tra la la.
It's not so bad. I can make it through to Friday.