That's a melodramatic title!
With perhaps just one year to go before T might leave home, waiting at home for the phone call to ask me to come down to the station is a good way to spend my late afternoon. It is very odd to be on a countdown. I don't know whether it will be to October 2013, so 11 months away, or to June 2013, just 8 months away.
This will be the last guaranteed homey Christmas.
So I am enjoying the unsolvable stupid rows, the criticisms about the food, the sudden new expenses, because they are really a brain fight, a changed attitude towards ready made food and planning for needs without me being involved right from the start.