My eldest is off to Uni tomorrow, excited and very ready for Freshers week. I'm taking him, I've been packing like he's off on an Enid Blyton story with a fully packed 'tuck'. He's never eaten as many biscuits in his life as I've packed 🤦♂️* *it's possibly to do with me being the dreaded menopausal, my first born leaving me. I'm excited for him, he needs it, but how will I know he's OK without the smell of pizza being cooked at 4am? Loud chat from his friends ordering Ubers outside our house at similar times? Feels like that stretch from when they left nursery and went to school. The handover book went and the teacher just sashayed them out, when you'd been used to a full debrief. I know IABU, but I'm not sure I'm ready. Ive already told my husband I'll need a cuddle when I get back.