This morning I dropped Master Frugal off at school (at the ridiculous time of 6am might I add) for his first school residential.
He’s going away for three nights which is by far the longest I’ve been away from him before and if I’m honest, as he rushed on to the coach with all of his friends laughing and chatting at the tops of their voices about how much fun they were going to have, a teeny tiny tear may have escaped.
I just don’t think I’m ready for him to grow up yet.
I’m worrying now about what he’ll eat, whether he’ll miss me, who’ll hug him if he hurts himself and most importantly how far away he’s going to be from me if he needs me.
It’s very odd because I didn’t have these feelings when Miss Frugal left on her residential in primary school but I think that’s because she’s always been very independent. If anything with her, I’d worry more for the poor teachers than about her!
Master Frugal is different though and I’m not ready for him to be away from me for three long nights and I know what you’re all going to be thinking – that I’m being over protective and that he’ll have an amazing time.
And you’re right, I know you are.
But that doesn’t mean that I’ll stop worrying until that coach pulls back into the school car park on Thursday and I get to give him a big hug (maybe even in front of his friends)!
If you need me before Thursday, I’ll be the one pacing the floor listing in my head all the things that could possibly go wrong!
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