A big day.


No3 son has headed off to university this morning – N is driving him up to Aberdeen.  I did want to go to, but as No2 son is away this weekend, someone has to stay home and dog-sit.  Plus, when all his stuff was loaded into the car, there was only room for two people – driver and passenger!

But I have made good use of the time – I went and started mucking out his bedroom!  I’ve stripped his bed, collected the towels and assorted laundry from the floor, and the first load is washing now.  I have also raked out all the rubbish I could reach from under his bed and his desk, and two bags have gone to the bin.  The room needs dusting and vacuuming (and the rubbish I couldn’t reach fetching out from under the bed), and then when the bed is remade, it will be fit for human habitation!

I am very proud of all my boys – and somewhat proud of us too – we have managed to raise three boys who do well enough at school to get onto good university courses – the ones they want to go on – and who can live independently away from home – well No1 and No2 have done this successfully, and fingers crossed No3 will manage too.  He’s not going to be close enough to come home regularly with his washing, so he will have to work out how to work the laundrette – he has taken lots of clothes with him, so the ‘Must do laundry otherwise I will be naked’ point should be a couple of weeks in the future – lol!  He does know how to work a washing machine – but machines you have to pay to use will be a bit of a shock for him, I think.

I am envious of them all – university is a brilliant time – you get to fly the nest a bit, and try out your wings, but it’s still pretty safe – your accomodation, once paid for, includes all your bills, so the rest of your money just has to be divvied-up to pay for food, books, laundry and fun.  And you are somewhere full of clever people who want to share their knowledge with you – and learning all you can is your main responsibility.  I loved university – I did my nurse training, my theatre nursing course and worked for a year or so before going to Keele – and whenever I drive past a university campus, I do have a hankering to be back there again.  Which is why I am considering doing an OU degree – I don’t want my mind to stagnate (and I fear it has, a bit) and it would be good to do some more challenging things.

Plus I am practising the piano, and working on improving my extremely rusty skills there – so I do have goals for the future, which is a good thing, because there is a part of me that feels that, once all the boys have finished university, and headed off into the world of work – once they’ve left home, I won’t be ‘Mum’ in the same way I was when they were all at home – and I am in the transition phase now, from full-time mum, to detatched mum – and I need to work out who I am, when I am not primarily Mum any more.  I need to find out who Ellie is, again.  Scary – yes – but exciting too.


About sdtgcraftygenius

I'm in my late forties, mum of three teenage boys, living near Glasgow. I've been a nurse, studied politics and music at university, and now I am a stay-at-home mother. I've suffered from depression for many years (only recently diagnosed), and take antidepressants daily to keep me on a manageable level.

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