For 5 and a half years
2 hours a day
3 days a week
1800 kilometres a month
1 tank of petrol a week @ $70 per week for 300 weeks (DO NOT add that shit up)
(I did. I weep)
A new car
A dead cow (yeah, I killed it. MPS showed me photos afterwards. We never told Boo)
Many one sided conversations
Some enlightening conversations… one extremely memorable
And now it is finally over.
Boo is in the kitchen making his last after school snack after his last day at the specialist school and we survived all those years of travelling.
I have a lot to process about my feelings about this. Probably a lot to say.
But right now the worst part is over.
HOLY HELL all that fucking driving.
Thank fuck for that.
And just to put the icing on the cake, Boo, who for the last year said he hated the SHIT out of this school and was dropping out never to return, burst into heaving tears halfway home and made me turn around and go back after picking him up. We arrived, a blubbering mess of tears and snot and hugged our favourite support staff and then finally left that Gah-forsaken town never to set foot in the place that bras and soap forgot again.
Done. So done.