survivingtheemptynest

Well, at least I survived my ninth grade general math class.  Five take away two leaves three, but in my book it is two, my ten year old son and I.  I tend to leave my husband out because it seems he can handle the kids striking off on their own better than their dear old mother.  Did I day old?  I’m only 39.  Truthfully, I am 39.  I have never had a problem with telling my real age.  Wow! thirty nine and I have two children all ready to leave their comfy abode called home.  All the nights their mother sat with them, through sickness and in health.  All the tears I wiped from my daughters face when some boy had broken her heaart.  All those times when my son just had to have the newest XBox game, and mom always came through.  Not to mention all the slumber parties and birthday parties, as many as the hairs on my head that I pulled out because of them.  People I cannot stop the waterworks.  Why would my children want to leave the first chance they get, and leave this wonderful home I have spent a lifetime creating all for them mostly, except the deep tub I chose for all those evenings I could unwind and catch my breath after I had cried like a baby about them leaving with a smile on their sweet little faces.  My son that is ten is still at home and will be for a while longer at least, but with the years flying by as fast as they already have. he will also be gone in the blink of an eye.  I am now in the process of looking for surgical procedures that permanently keep your eyelids open.  Ha Ha Ha, the whole toothpick proping the eyes open thingy has me a bit squimish.  Something that sharp near my eyes, I would have to have to be put to sleep first.  Or, better yet let then yank out my tear ducts or something so I would’t tear up any more.  My babies are on the verge of taking on the world, by themselves literally.  It is a big thing for them, so I really don’t feel that guilty if I share their feelings, that it is a big thing.  My tears I know will return another time another day, but for now,  I can grab those kleenex, throw my arms around my children, and savor the time and times they are here and near.  Next week, we will ponder dog seperation anxiety, and if my box of kleenex will hold out for the three of us.  That, would be Sassy, Bear  and you quessed it ME!!!

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