Saturday, 12 December 2015

Ho, Ho, Holy Crap ...

... Christmas is in 13 days!!

Less than two weeks and I have yet to get properly stuck into present shopping.  I have a few little things for a few people but none of the "big" presents are sorted and I'm starting to get worried I'll run out of time (I've already run out of inclination/motivation!)

I don't know if it is because one son has moved out and another is on the other side of the world, or if it's just because I'm older and more world-weary but I'm just not feeling the festive spirit this year.  I should probably just change my name to Scrooge and be done with it. :-)

Actually I think it may be due to my attitude of "first world problems" .. buying more stuff that no-one really needs just to fulfil a societal expectation.  Then there's the whole "what to buy someone who already has almost everything they want" scenario.  Short of taking out another mortgage to buy the really big ticket item, what do you get for people like that?

I'm seriously considering buying everyone a chicken or a goat from Oxfam Unwrapped and calling it a day :-)

Saturday, 14 November 2015

My baby is leaving home ...

.. temporarily at least.

Brad, the expensive lucky little bugger, is off to Italy in two weeks time for a two month student cultural exchange.  He will be away for Christmas and be back just in time to start Year 12 at school.

I'm still coming to terms with the idea that my youngest child, admittedly one who towers over me and could take me in a vocabulary or philosophy test any day of the week yet is still my baby, will be literally on the other side of the world for two whole months.  He is part of a contingent of 44 students from WA who are all going to different areas of Italy and won't see each other for most of the time they are there.  To top it all off, to allow them to get the best out of the experience, parents have been told to not contact their children while there (except for Christmas of course).

The biggest problem .. who am I going to verbally joust with now (because we all know this is about me!!)?  Andrew doesn't enjoy it, Pete just goes off on a tangent and frustrates me no end, the dogs just bark until I shut up and the rabbit doesn't talk at all.  And don't even get me started on the fish ... RUDE little creatures making faces at me through the glass!

Seriously though, I am so proud of him to wanting to take an adventure like this but am scared for him at the same time.  I have to trust that someone I have never met, in a country I have never been to, will take care of my offspring and return him to me intact at the end of the two months (well .. in at least the same condition that he went over there in).

I asked him for permission to friend his host mother on Facebook, but I think he thinks I will embarrass him or something.  He keeps muttering something about "social media blackout" and "going incommunicado" .. haven't quite worked out what he's on about :-)

Despite his brave fa├žade, I think he is a bit scared too and also possibly just a wee bit pissed off at the overbearing mother trying to organise him to pack before he's ready  (I'm surprised we haven't knocked the earth out of orbit with the amount of rolled eyes around here lately!)

Not long to go and he'll be on the plane on the first leg of a 16 hour journey to Rome ...

Buon Viaggio Braddles  xxx