Tick tock, tick tock, the back to school countdown has begun. One little boy is looking forward to moving up to Year One and the other is excited to wear his neatly ironed uniform for the first time and join the nursery class every afternoon. For me, who has rarely had a moment without at least one of them by my side, day or night, for the past six years, I'm jumping from despair to excitement every time I think about it.
On the one hand, with my youngest having suffered from the most horrendous separation anxiety, I'm so, so nervous for him as he's simply not used to being more than a couple of metres away from me. I feel a bit short of breath when I think about handing him over every day, to be honest, even though I know he's going to love it.
However, on the other hand, I want to run around the living room cheering, 'peace at last, peace at last'. My goodness, two VERY curious children take up a massive amount of headspace and I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't looking forward to reclaiming some of that for myself.
In the weeks before both boys were born, the nesting instinct took over and I cleaned the house from top to bottom, got their rooms ready even though they weren't going to be sleeping in them for the first few months, washed their tiny clothes, and chose the perfect Jellycat toy to be their faithful companion.
Over the past couple of weeks a similar but slightly different instinct has kicked in and I'm preparing both our house and my mind to be a bit more mine again. It's almost as if I've found my way out of the babyhood maze and early years haze and all of the things that I've put off, cast aside or relegated to the bottom of the to do list have suddenly become doable, attainable or achievable.
This summer, I've had a massive toy clear-out, rearranged ALL of the furniture, booked a painter and decorator, finally persuaded my husband that the badly laid carpet has to go, found a home in the kitchen for all of the cups and crockery which had been lingering in boxes since we moved back from Switzerland over two years ago, created a space for myself in the home office and started doing some freelance work for the loveliest of companies.
Cook books have been opened, recipes have formed in my mind, I've written notes for potential posts with the aim of blogging more than once a week, ideas for new craft projects have started to come to me and I'm about to blow the dust off of my sewing machine.
So, exciting times are ahead even if you'll no doubt find me sobbing in to the largest piece of chocolate come the first day of school. But, for the first time in a long time, at least I won't have to share it!
All photos were taken at Brimstage Maze. It's such a fun place to spend the day. You can read more about it over on MiniTravellers, which is where I first discovered it.