And if by a while, you means about nearly a year, yes. It has been.
I don’t think too many people blog anymore as Twitter and Facebook have dominated the scene recently. Glad I did this blog though before all that got in the way.
Now that all my kids are gone, looking back with my blog posts starting in 2006 will be good for me. Like a diary of sorts. I enjoyed every minute of momhood – well most of the minutes. Funny that this blog will be my reminder of some of the things I may have forgotten otherwise. I will always remember how much the kids hated me blogging. Made me do it all the more.
Can’t read my old posts right now as I am prone to melancholy, but at some point, it will be nice to read and reminisce. Suffering from empty nest – humor me.
Do I talk about my personal life on Facebook? No. I am opposed to it. Funny that a blog is ok, but not FB. For one thing, I am anonymous here. Not on FB. I am amazed at the tiny details people share there. I have an account but I don’t do personal stuff there. I know that sounds crazy coming from someone who blogged for years, but I like generalities better than hearing how mad you are at your cousin, how much you hate Walmart, or how you are so bored. (Wait. That sounds like my blog.)
Well, the latest from Motherwise is that she still loves her kids, is still married to the same guy for 33 years and wishes that a large check would come in the mail to pay for the college loans and prepare for any future wedding expenses that will inevitably in our future. Or pay for a trip to Ireland that I want to take.
Just stopped by to say that I am glad I recorded some of the times I cherish the most. I can read them in the nursing home someday and bore the crap out of anyone who still has their hearing.
So why the heck do I bother with a garden if it means I don’t get the fruits of my husband’s labor? He worked very hard to grow such a nice garden and, sure I got some tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, corn and eggplant out of the deal, but why no squash?
At first I thought that perhaps the squash that he had been bragging about must not have been put in the right place, namely my basement, and perhaps they were still in the garage. Then I checked around and they were nowhere to be found, but on a visit to my mother-in-law’s house, I spied them by her kitchen door.
While I so kindly offered the complete summer months of my support, offered no cost supervision, and bought ten tomato stands at considerable expense, I apparently am not getting any squash. (Perhaps if I had actually helped in the garden I might have rated some squash?)
When the kids were home, I would make them weed, hoe and water the garden as part of their daily chores. It was hard work too, getting them to do physical labor in the hot summer sun, so I definitely did my part back then. But, now that they are gone, it’s come down to doing it myself with so many things. It just doesn’t seem right. I miss them AND I get extra work? Where’s the payoff?
Well, they tell me they will be cleaning my house and helping with the Thanksgiving meal so perhaps I might see something deposited in my empty nest account this week.
I am off the the store to get some squash for Thanksgiving. I guess I pay for it one way or another.
“A man’s children and his garden both reflect the amount of weeding done during the growing season.” ~ unknown
Child #3 has been safely dropped off at college.
Knowing how close we have been through the past 18 years of his life while I changed his wet backside, drove him all over hell’s half acre, nursed him through illness and operations, blah, blah, blah, I was sure he’d keep me well informed as he moved through his new life at college. Just to make sure, I told him to keep me up on things, even if it was just a short text. I was sure I had that covered. I was sure he fully understood my need to be informed of his well being.
Needless to say, I haven’t heard from the boy except for one measly text reply to the one I sent his morning after imagining all kinds of awful things had happened and that’s why he hadn’t been in touch. The mind is a terrible thing to stretch.
My daughters, afraid of my pending depression due to the empty nest I now am the proud new owner of, decided to take turns being my company until Tues. when they figure I will have adjusted to having no one at home. Kids. Not only is that way short an estimation of this adjustment, but they also underestimate my ability to figure out their schemes, which I may be tempted to play upon.
A few tears here, a few tears there and voila – houseguests until next weekend.
“My biggest fear is that there is no such thing as PMS and that this is who I really am.” ~ Carol Weston
Sixteen days and counting. The last child leaves home for college at the end of this countdown. In an effort to do my best about not whining about how much I don’t want an empty nest, I have decided to host a Mega Party next weekend.
This consists of putting my celebrated Megastation into our above ground backyard pool, serving picnic foods and my favorite beverages. The idea is to have some fun in order to forget how bad I am going to feel when the house is all quiet. (I got a puppy when the first child left for college. I got a new car when the second went. I have a dog and new car so I am trying the party thing this time – any maybe a new hairdo, thanks to Cade – explanation is coming below.)
The Megastation is HUGE, seats six and has two inboard coolers.
The pool is 14 ft. by 16 ft. Due to the anticipated honeymoom fit, there will be no swimming, just lounging. (I remind you – two inboard coolers. See photo above.)
I hope for nice weather as my living room is covered and filled with my son’s off to college items and there is no room for people anymore. (I do think it will be nice to have my living room back when he’s gone.)
While I was searching YouTube for dancing tips for middle-aged white ladies with extra time on their hands, I found this funny kid named Cade who has a whole series of “Cade Goes to College” videos that made me laugh. My favorite is the dancing one – How to Dance Like Cade - which I found on my search for dancing lessons (to fill my upcoming void). His little video peeps into the off to college experience made me feel better somehow so I thank Cade. And I love his hair.
He has a great haircut and I plan on stealing it for myself. I am bringing a photo of him to my hairdresser this week to try on me. I hope he doesn’t find out that some middle-aged lady feeling sorry for herself will be imitating his haircut in order to boost her morale. I don’t want to be responsible for anyone dropping out of college.
“I’m no model lady. A model’s just an imitation of the real thing.” ~ Mae West