Barely slept last night. J and a few mates headed off camping for the New Year weekend yesterday. J and Rowan were sharing the driving of our old Ford wagon. It's the furtherest that J has ever driven (about 300 kilometres or so), since he got his licence. God, it's hard not to worry - I tried, I really did. I knew that J would probably be out of mobile coverage (although I contacted him a couple of times via SMS - his mates moved forward the departure time with little notice, and packing was done in a frenzy. I realised after he had left that I forgot to put in the frozen meat supply for the weekend - BUGGER!!). Anyway he was able to get to a public phone today, and let us know they had arrived safely, the car went OK, and the little shop 5 mins down the road from the camping spot, had meat and other supplies. Least I'll be able to sleep well tonight. Stupid mothering instincts - he may be an adult, but he's still my baby boy, damn it!!!
Off to drag BM furniture shopping ... now the fun begins.