My two gorgeous, noisy, messy, exasperating, loveable, funny girls have been away on holiday with their dad for one week so far. That's seven days of a tidy house, cooking my favourite meals, playing my choice of music, and being able to use the telephone without having to prise it out of the Teenager-in-waiting's hands.
That's also seven nights of peaceful evenings, watching my choice of TV programmes, and not having to ask them 101 times to tidy their rooms/pick the wet towel off the floor/clear their plates away/ etc.
But oh, I MISS THEM SO MUCH!
They don't get back until next week, 18th August. That's another 6 days without them. Not that I'm counting you understand but it's the longest we've been apart. They went away for five days last year and that was fine. That was manageable.
They call everyday to speak to me, but it's just not the same without them.
Roll on next Tuesday. I can't wait to see them both.