We've been on our October break since the day before Max's birthday, and the boys have spent 5 sleeps away from me in that time.
It's a funny thing. I'm usually looking forward to having a break, some me-time, but within a day of them being away I miss them and am counting down the days till they're home.
The house is so, so quiet without them here.
That can be a good thing, don't get me wrong - the peace is glorious! But when I'm sat here on my own, not quite sure what to do with my time... well, it all ends up feeling a bit sad really.
I think that's why I attempt to keep busy when they're away.
Or at the very least make sure I'm not sat alone in my house for the duration - that's just painful.
In the end I did have a few really lovely days with the boyfriend, but I am glad to have my boys back home and everything back to normal.
Well, as much as normal goes in our house anyway!