Ssssshhhh.

Listen.

Do you hear that?

Nope? That’s the point… it’s the sound of silence.

Today I can write an entire post without having to pause to wipe a snotty nose/change a nappy/suppress sibling rivalry/retrieve a toy/fix a snack. I am totally, utterly and completely child-free for the first time in over a year.

This morning I deposited Isabel at school for her first day in Year 1 and then dropped Jesse at nursery. Both seemed happy and content when I left them. I can’t be certain that Jesse didn’t have a cry when he realised that I’d actually left (and wasn’t coming back any time soon), but I’m taking the fact that I haven’t had a call from nursery as a good sign.

I on the other hand could be found sobbing into my Starbucks. I mean, that’s it… the blissful days of being a true stay-at-home mum are over. I’ve handed over the care of my little one to someone else and, truth be told, I miss him. In fact, I feel like I’ve lost an arm or a leg.

But the events of today have other implications. In a little over 4 weeks I’ll be embarking upon my postgraduate course (MA in War & Society in case you’re curious) and, well…. I’m absolutely terrified.

Of course, I’m no stranger to studying with small children. Izzy appeared in the January of my second year of Alevels. In fact, I sat an exam 2 days before I went into labour. I returned to college when she was a mere 9 weeks old, sat my exams and found myself changing a very dirty nappy right after opening the envelope containing my results. I took a year out to be a ‘Mum’ before staring University when she was 19 months old.

Izzy was there with me all through my degree. That was my University experience, not drunken nights out or skipping lectures or blowing my student loan on a pair of killer shoes, but being a mum, studying really hard and striving to make all the sacrifices worth it.

I had a lot to prove, certain members of my family made it very clear that they thought my getting pregnant was a huge disaster, a waste of my potential. In short, they wrote me, and any chance I’d ever had of having a decent career, off.

I made my point though. I got a 1st! AND I was pregnant with Jesse during my final year, gave birth AND then sat my finals! I’ll never forget walking across the stage at graduation and hearing Izzy shout ‘well done Mummy’ at the top of her voice. It summed up everything I’d achieved in those three years, managing to juggle motherhood with my studies.

But it was bloody hard work. And this time there’s two of them. And what if I can’t do it? And what if I delivered my brain along with the placenta when I had Jesse? And what if we don’t have enough money? And what if this is all a huge mistake? Yup, my general state of mind at the moment is a touch of panic mixed in with a lot of self-doubt and a light sprinkling of anxiety.

Ah well. It’s too late to back out now. Let’s just hope the next year goes quickly. And let’s keep this whole studying thing as glamorous as possible shall we!
Loveaudrey xxx

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