Poor BellaMummy, here, have a hug. So, in response:
No, not a silly idea to look at options outside your childrens' current system, IMO. If we were staying longer I would love to have looked at alternatives to the UK curriculum. As it is, with us being away for just two years I would prefer DS to 'settle' back in to English schooling as easily as poss when we do come home so am staying with what we know. If I were you I would go for it and explore all the options.
In terms of absence from DH I am SO with you on this one. I don't mind being apart a bit, he travels with work from time to time and I am out seeing friends a fair bit in the UK - but to work and be a mummy and do the move all at the same time is an awesome feat and I am handing you a big gong. In our house, DH is in a whirl of chores as he prepares for the move. He's leaving in two weeks and his new role has started so he's on Singsong hours, plus doing handover in UK, plus being Good At DIY he is doing snagging on our flat, plus stirring the dinner with one foot, looking after his ageing Pa, looking after me and DS - am making him sound like a saint and he is great at doing it all and actually enjoys it but it's a exhausting energy to be around so in many ways, much as I love him, it will be calmer once he's, well, gone, really. Bless him. We're busy doing all the things he doesn't have time to do and more, eBaying stuff, sorting out our flat rental, working out what we need to do for the actual physical move and just staying sane. We are all three of us simply shattered and just can't wait to be over there and settling in, now.
To make things worse on Saturday we gave away the cats. Oh. My. Good. God. I never ever ever want to go through that again. I didn't want to take them with us as we're turning round and coming back again in a few years. We're not leaving til mid-Aug but the new keepers (best friends of ours) were very keen (and that's a good thing) and also I knew it would be hard and wanted to make sure I wasn't like I am now, only about to step onto a flight to go far, far away. Couldn't do it all at once, so we did the moggies early, the dear little fluffy things. They were just SO confused. My fault for treating the little things like babies. Bad. I have been sobbing like a film actress for two days, eyes like red footballs, snot-nose, doing school run extra late so I don't have to talk to Nice People because if I have to do that I just cry. This morning I actually (whispers): woke. up. crying.
How insane is that? (yes I know, very
).
Anyway, see how I've turned your thread into me me me. Oops. If you want, BM, and you live near London (can't remember where you said you were based) then perhaps we can fit a little weekend meet into our plans and panic gently together? I promise to have stopped crying by then (I hope).