my babies are leaving on a plane for two weeks in the sun with their Daddy.
Apparently I'm supposed to pack their cases.
I've been putting it off all week. Packing their cases means they're really going doesn't it?
One side of Taz is biting on her lip very hard trying not to cry. Failing sometimes but only when no little eyes or ears are about.
They've never spent this long with their Dad on their own. They're 15 and 9 years old...I know they'll be fine but. :(
The other side of Taz is putting on a brave face and telling the smalls when their bottom lips start to wobble what a lovely time they're going to have with their Dad. "You won't have time to me darlings, you'll be too busy having lots and lots of fun."
Big one gets her exam results while she's away too and I'm hating that I can't be there to hold her hand as they come in. (She's getting them texted direct to her.) Relief and so forth usually results in tears and Dad doesn't always know how to deal with that. But I know he'll do his best.
Today we went to see Toy Story 3 - yeah that was a good idea! At least you can cry in the dark at the cinema ;) (Great movie btw but you will need tissues)
Ok stiff upper lip and all that. Cases will be packed in the morning - unfortunately they're too small for me to climb into though.
I know, I know as soon as they've gone the sooner they'll be back. :)