It’s a strange feeling to fly on September 11. I am not all together comfortable with it, which is why I told my girls that I would get up at 4:30 a.m. and take them to the airport today. It’s like how I attended every one of my son’s games during football season. If something was going to happen, I wanted to be there. The kids are visiting my sister-in-law in La-La land.
Waking up this early will throw me off all day and someone will pay for it at some point in time. I need my beauty sleep and I can get ugly at the witching hour, probably about 2 or 3 p.m. To prevent this, I treated myself to two Hostess cupcakes last night. I am sure the fat, chocolate, processed flour and hydrogenated content will keep me calm and collected. I am not afraid to medicate when the situation calls for it. Speaking of over-medicating.
So the protein metabolic typing diet thing actually works. The trouble is that I had gotten so big that no one can tell that I have lost a few pounds and am into a smaller moo-moo. (Not really. I am just down to one lump over the top of the jeans instead of two.) The two cupcakes are not on the diet – that was how I cope with worry. It’s back to nuts, beef and olives today.
To cope with my empty nest, I have purchased the Shark steam cleaner, a new desk for the spare bedroom, and five boxes for storing photos. The bad part is that each requires me to do some work – mop floors, put together a desk with directions written by some Chinese person with incomplete English skills but with a complete set of illustrations for each of its 23 individual parts, and organizing 26 years of photos that are currently stored (a.k.a. stuffed) in a chest in my family room in no particular order. In fact, it is memory mayhem in there.
Later today I plan on buying this HUGE 5×6 ft. photo frame with 150 individual 4×6 in. photo slots to remind me of the kids who have deserted me but still find me useful to drive them places. Again, I will have to do something as a result of this purchase.
I will have to improve my technique.
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“When women are depressed, they eat or go shopping. Men invade another country. It’s a whole different way of thinking.” ~ Elayne Boosler
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1 Maternal Mirth // Sep 11, 2009 at 1:04 pm
I *wish* I had the empty nest, because my little chicks are driving me batty and leaving me with no spare time to clean. I am too busy refereeing, scolding, begging them to nap… so, if you’re really ready for more a more action-packed nest, come on over
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2 Kayla // Sep 12, 2009 at 5:44 pm
I got to your site from a UU buddhist minister’s blog (Probably more than six degrees of seperation) and immediately bookmarked it…I love your posts, they give me a glimpse into my future….My kids better text me when they are at college or I will come find them and embarrass them as only an old hippie can do:)
3 grannyann // Sep 13, 2009 at 12:54 pm
Hang in there mom, you will always worry. It’s a mom thing, remember?