Mixed feelings here; ds3 (my 4th and definitely and happily last child) will start nursery next week, attached to the school he'll attend next year.
Frankly, all summer I've been dreaming of all the things I'll achieve - from sorting out the playroom with help from Mr Ikea, or having some cheap 'n cheerful dim sum or a coffee alone to writing that novel that's been spinning round in my head for several months - without him being glued to my side the whole time. But today he was with my sil for about 4 hours - very unusual, but she offered to take him out and I eagerly accepted - and I surprised myself by really really missing him. He's in the middle of all the big "why" questions just now, and it's lovely to see the enthusiasm and curiosity all over again. "So, Mummy, is night time just a big shadow then ?"
"Yes [ds3] that's right."
"And what makes it winter ?"
"Well...."
Which is not to say I won't enjoy some time to myself, but....
...I will miss him