These days I don't feel as bereft as I used to when the children go back to school in September. The silence in the house is still deafening, and I miss their wild enthusiasms and crazy logic spinning through my day, but these days they really need to get stuck back into school by the time September comes around - and more importantly they want to get back to it too.
Olivia has left primary school and is now at high school with Cam, which they are both very pleased about. I am delighted too because the days of the school run have finally come to an end. To celebrate, I have waved them off to school each morning this week still in my pyjamas - standing on the doorstep, with a cup of coffee in my hand, as I watch them walk up the road together. Utter luxury.
In one more week I go back to work too. I'm really looking forward to it. I have just fourteen more weeks of placement, and then I will be qualified - so exciting. Yesterday, my parents-in-law sent me these tiny little nurse figurines to mark the final stage of my training. They are sitting by my desk, reminding me of everything that is still to come.