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| Bog Boy |
So he’s gone and it is horrendously quiet here. In fact I didn’t realise how much space Bog Boy took up in my life until he went.
And now I am at a loose end and feel as though there is something I have forgotten to do – it isn’t a pleasant feeling.
And I am wondering about whether I should call or not.
To see if he’s OK.
To check that the family who are having him to stay haven’t actually changed their minds. If it is eerily silent here how much noisier must it be over there. Maybe they need rescuing?
There again it IS blissfully peaceful here - and that doesn’t happen often.
Not in the holidays.
The Boy has a mate over to stay but they don’t need me so I have all this unexpected time to do stuff and I don’t know what to do.
I am being drawn to the telephone.
I am hovering.
Should I just check?
A quick call.
Or would that just create a ruckus at that end.
Would that just be too humiliating for him – his mother checking his every move? A helicopeter mum permanently hovering over his head.
He’s only six so maybe he wouldn’t mind.
But what if - horrors of horrors - he’s been hating it and desperately wants to come home?
What if he is kicking up a fuss and they can’t wait to get rid of him given any excuse?
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Think I’d better leave it until later, just after bedtime, then call to check. Can’t possibly be made to go and fetch him if he has been a monster and if he was really hating it I am sure they’d have called before now.
Sometimes it’s better, I suppose, to do too little than to hover about too much.
What do you think!?
