Morning

Thanks for all the good wishes for Michael and me.

He had an unsettled night; he woke up upset so I took him in with me and he kept cuddling up to me in his sleep. Twice he called out "Mummy?" and reached out for me, and kept telling me he loves me.

By this morning I had decided that if he was upset then I wasn't going to send him until he felt better BUT he was fine! He went off to the car holding his black book bag and we parked a bit further away so the children could scoot to school. He looked dead sweet in his uniform and Lightning McQueen hat. We dropped Carys off first in the juniors then Michael took his book bag again and marched off to the reception classroom.

I was so pleased because they'd grouped the children into their table colours and his group got to go outside to the reception play area and play with the toys and so he was off! He waved goodbye to me happily when we left. I did burst into tears but not in front of him, but unfortunately in front of the head - he's probably used to it. I had to sneak around to the other entrance to get a peek at him and he was jumping up and down and getting stuck into a box of toys while all the other kids were just standing there. That's my boy!

I miss him so much though, even doing the shopping was sad because he always takes the trolley and chats away to me. All these other parents had their little ones with them. But I'm so pleased he was happy because that's what matters isn't it?