Sorry for the blogging absence but things have changed a little here.
Our son went off to Uni in Loughborough last week :( and it didn't all go to plan to begin with.
He was put in halls( which are lovely) but on his own. Well, I say on his own, there were two others but both were second year students. We assumed that more freshers would arrive on Thursday.
We left him late Wednesday afternoon with my daughter and I sobbing for the first hour of our journey. My husband chose not to say anything as really there was nothing he could have said that would have made us feel any better!
On Thursday we had a call from him saying that there appeared to be others in halls close to him that were also on their own and they had all decided to go to the accommodation office and ask to be moved. That proved pointless.
So, on Thursday afternoon my daughter and I drove back up to Loughborough, a 400 mile round trip, to try and sort things out.
To cut a very long story short, we managed to get him moved. I say 'we' but it was my daughter who did the talking. I was very aware that my son wouldn't want his mum going on to campus with him, so my daughter went instead. By this time my son was mentally drained and was ready to give up the fight,my daughter on the other hand, wasn't!
I'm very happy to say that he is now with a group of 5 other freshers and is really enjoying it.
I'm an emotional wreck most of the time. It doesn't take much to make me cry but those few days were one of the worst times I've had. I felt helpless.
The only thing I have to come to terms with is the fact that he's not here, which I hate. I miss him so much.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but...........roll on Christmas, then he'll be home!