I’m over the displacement and missing the kids thing already, because tonight we went climbing and I managed to get a significant distance up a 6b (blue). It wasn’t even one of those climbs where everyone says ‘Oh that’s graded a 6b but it’s really a 6a+’, it was a real 6b, one that Handsome finds difficult. I am so pleased with myself.
If Mouse had still been at home and I had come home full of bubbles and enthusiasm, he would have said ‘Meh’, and I would have deflated instantly. Instead I texted him a list of the things he had forgotten to take with him, and mentioned the blue 6b in passing.
He hasn’t replied yet, so he probably doesn’t need his underwear, hoodie and memory card, and he probably doesn’t care that his mother is a climber extraordinaire.