Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Our one and only child went to Florida this year with a friends family, and thus started our first "empty nest" experiment. She will be gone for 12 days, let's just take a moment to let that sink in....12 days....two days short of a fortnight.
When we agreed to the trip it was a week, Friday to Friday, and I thought "We can do that, no problem." But then the details started trickling in and they would need drive time and the days got longer. Twelve days is a long time.
Our girl goes to sleep-away camp every summer and that is a week, so I did have a base of separation to know what I could manage. When she goes to camp we are completely cut off as they don't allow cell phones. We drop her off and come back at the end of the week to see if she is still alive. I live through it every year.
This time I knew she could call us, video message us, text us, Facebook us and that would make it easier.She has done all that, and we talk to her several times a day. She calls with giggly stories, we got a video of the room and we get excited texts about finding just the right hoodie at Ron Jon.
But it's not the same.....
I miss her sounds. I miss her strolling into the kitchen while I am making dinner to talk to me. I miss her asking me what there is to eat. I miss her laugh. I miss her sweet face in the morning when I should be going in to wake her up. I miss telling her to do something and having a discussion about if I want her to "Do it right now?' Who would have thought that fourteen years ago my life would change so much. I can't imagine what we would be without her. She has made both of us better people. Her time is coming to go out and use what we have taught her to make a life of her own. I am not looking forward to it.
I know she is having fun and I am glad, but I can see the future now, a time when we don't have her here to make us laugh and feel secure that she is okay and it is not as golden as one would think...
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Did you hear?
Whitney Houston died.
Are you sad?
Are you surprised?
Are you worried about Bobbie Kristina?
Let me tell you my opinion...
...I just don't care.
I don't care that Whitney, a habitual drug abuser for the last 20+ years, was so drunk/high/sleepy that she drowned HERSELF in her tub.
I will agree with all the "friends and fans" that have come out of nowhere that she was extremely talented. I love her songs, my iPod is full of them. Although I don't remember this many "friends and fans" during the Being Bobby Brown years. I don't agree that we should have to listen to everyone who has ever met her talk about her talent and her comeback that was just over the horizon. She decided a very long time ago what she wanted to do with the talent she had. She made a choice as to how she wanted to live her life.
I am already sick of every channel rehashing her surprising and tragic end. I feel like 24 hour, constant coverage is unnecessary. Tragically, it was no surprise.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
The three of us have been hidden behind closed doors working on secrets and surprises. Our pintrest boards are off limits, in case we figure out the surprises. It can be a sweet treat, a construction paper card or a wine stopper turned on the lathe. No store bought cards or treats!!
My little girl leaves the next day for a trip to Florida without me, so this year I will be super needy and sad. I better get a construction paper heart from somebody....
Monday, February 6, 2012
Friday night we watched this movie. I may never shake any ones hand again. Howie Mandel is not as crazy as one may think.
After freaking myself out about r-noughts (how many people the average infected person infects) and how many times a day we touch our mouths and faces (2 to 3 THOUSAND times a day) we spent the next day at a very nasty flea market, complete with a Hong Kong room. I was beyond grossed out.
We had a good time though, laughing at the crap that was available for sale. Old teeth, why not? After all 25 cents each or 5 for a dollar is a great deal.
If only they had a communal bowl of nuts to eat...