Here I sit looking at my
cell phone trying to resist
texting Ian.
I got home last night
after dropping off my
baby at college and
immediately signed on
to my AOL messenger
which I haven't done in
forever. I wished my
baby a goodnight,
sweet dreams over a
computer instead of when
he was heading up the
stairs to his room. It
didn't really hit me then
but wow it is really hitting
me now.
Kept telling myself yesterday
and last night keep it cool,
its not that big of a deal (haha)
he isn't that far away and I know
he will be okay. His roommate
seems nice, the room was much
bigger then the one he stayed
in for orientation and I, like all
good mothers put away his stuff,
made his bed and took him to the
laundry room and showed him
how to use the washer and
dryer. No need to fall
apart. Well cool isn't how I would
describe myself this morning.
I have so much to do right now
and I can't seem to bring myself
to do any of it. Every where I look
reminds me my baby boy is not
here.
The thing is he will be fine, he
will be having the experiences
of a life time and he will enjoy
it. But that doesn't change
the fact that he isn't here and
after 18 years of having him
close to protect and hug when
ever I wanted to will be a
wee adjustment for me.
Sorry took a break had to
text him.
I am proud of myself for not
leaving him with a hysterical
fit last night and proud of his
father too! I thought for sure
it would be the impossible task
to not fall apart but you could
tell how nervous Ian was, mostly
because he didn't kick us out after
we set up the room, and I didn't
think it the right thing to do to him.
So I guess I will plug away at the
mess here at home after being away
for a week, prepare for my last week
of work and the lovely task of finding
a new job, get my other children ready
to start school next week, and get back
to the stress of the day to day survival.
And try to ignore the big hole in the house
which hopefully will not be so painful to look
at after a while, haha me funny.
ttfn
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