Hi all,
and
and
for everyone with DC who are struggling.
After a few wobbles during Fresher's week ('Everyone else just finds it so much easier to talk to other people...
') DS appears to have settled into a routine, has bonded with his flatmates and acquired a couple of 'groups' to hang out with. He went to a few huge club-type events and didn't enjoy them much. Fortunately his flatmates seem to enjoy sitting in the kitchen and playing cards (or going to the LOTR-themed pub with half-price cocktails for students
) more than clubbing. He appears to be cooking for himself every night and has already made 2 visits to the launderette!
. We have a brief talk most evenings - have probably had more intimate chats with him in the past 2.5 weeks than the past 2.5 years.
He went to the Fresher's Black Tie Rave Prom last weekend, suited and booted, contact lenses inserted and resplendent in DHs antique relic of his Gothic Phase purple satin embroidered waistcoat. Apparently he danced his size 12 socks off, had 2 hour drunken snog with girl
whose name he cannot recall and crawled home smashed at 3.00am. They then had a fire alarm in halls at 6.00am!
So, result I guess
. He sounded v smug the next day, regardless.
Am so proud of how he has coped so far. As anticipated, he is struggling with note-taking during lectures (he has huge difficulties with interpreting verbal instructions), but his DSA apllication for a laptop has been approved and he'll be able to transcribe his lectures verbatim once he receives it. He is also seeing a (nice motherly) mentor every week who he seems to like very much.
I do miss my little Serpent's Tooth, but is anyone else feeling strangely.... unburdened?? Have been accustomed for years to DS's periodic absences visiting his father in London, but find myself enjoying not cooking properly every night, leaving the house a tip, neglecting the laundry and walking around naked. Or Is I just a Badmother Slut? 