Comforts ~ Day 14 Or Moving Day

Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning (Photo credit: jspaw)

“Nothing is worth more than this day.”  ~  Goethe

Go gently into this good Sunday. That is what I am going to try to do. It is early—4:21 a.m. and it is moving day. I am going to go gently into this day, knowing that it is going to be a long, busy, trying and emotional day. In a few hours we will be loading up the truck and finding our way back to my youngest son’s home away from home. His house is only two blocks from his college—so today these are the things I am grateful for:

1. Tyler is just a hop, skip and a jump from his front door to the college, which means he can get up a half hour before classes, get ready and get to school on time (unless of course he has to wash his hair).

2. He bought himself a new bike for $40 from a charity store—so not only did he help someone out with his purchase, if something happens to his bike then he is not out much. And it is a pretty darn good bike, though not shiny and new.

3. He will be fulfilling a challenge and reaching a goal. How can I complain about that?

Yes, I will miss him. But this is just one more journey of life. I do not always like the bumpy roads on our journey, but I respect the fact that they have to be traversed.

Published in: on August 26, 2012 at 8:38 am  Comments (47)  
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Day 19 ~ 200 Words

Harley-Davidson motorcycle

Harley-Davidson motorcycle (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am not a biker mama. This is probably obvious to any of you who have read my blog. But on the weekend, I found myself at a biker trailer park. My eldest son’s band was playing in a line-up of about eight other bands at a BandFest, and he wanted his dad and me to go and see him play. So, of course we did.

My sons are both quite protective of me, so I did not blink twice (maybe once) when my rock god son (he hates it when I call him that) assured me that it was a safe venue. Because his band is less than a year old, and even though they went through a venting process for the “gig”, they were one of the first up to play at 4:30 in the afternoon. At 4:30 in the afternoon, a biker trailer park is not a bad place to be. I am not really sure about 11:00 at night, so we stayed until Rodents & Rebels (don’t ask) finished playing, and toddled on home.

Because we forgot to wear our black leather vests, shirts torn off at the shoulder, and uncover our non-existent tattoos, my preppy husband and I stuck out like sore thumbs. But the biker guys did not seem to mind.

Day 18 ~ 200 Words

12 hours in 90s

12 hours in 90s (Photo credit: Astro Guy)

Midnights.  My youngest son is working midnights at a greenhouse warehouse for the summer.  I am his designated driver to and from work. I have not  figured out a good schedule for sleep yet. By the time I do, I imagine he will be back at school in London, and I will be basking in the glory of being able to go to bed at my normal bedtime of  8:00 p.m.– all the while missing his mostly sunny disposition. (I don’t go to sleep at 8:00, but nestle in with some books and magazines, just in case you were wondering if I am 102.)

Since I freelance, I do not have a 9 – 5 schedule, so I have been free to experiment. So I tried to nap in the afternoon. Didn’t work. Then I tried to nap when I bring him home at 8:15 a.m. Didn’t work. Then I tried from 9 p.m.  to 11 p.m. Did not work! I have trouble napping in the daytime, and when I try to get some sleep at night before he goes to work, I wake up groggy and nauseated for some reason.

So, I am just putting this in the good parenting knapsack and taking one for the gipper.

Published in: on July 24, 2012 at 3:31 am  Comments (23)  
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I lost my little red wagon

It has four wheels

My brother was in it.

Haikuish 2

My brother bugs me but

I did not mean to lose him

Give him back please

Haikuish 3

My stupid little brother

Took my red wagon and hid

Why did mom have him?

For the record, I do not have a little brother.

Published in: on July 23, 2012 at 7:13 pm  Comments (29)  
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Semi-Empty Nest Syndrome

empty nest syndrome

empty nest syndrome (Photo credit: butterfingers laura)

  “change does not affect reality on a deeper level”

The more things change, the more they stay the same was originally a French proverb. It means that change “does not affect reality on a deeper level”. This definition was provided compliments of Wikipedia, a source I once promised myself I would never use.  Once again, the wise adage, “never say never” comes to mind.

I am not sure I agree that change does not affect reality, at least superficially, if not on a deeper level.  Take my immediate home front for instance. This summer my youngest son is home from college, which changes the dynamics of home life for at least a few months.  I really love having him home, as things are much livelier around here, which is good thing. When he is gone during the fall and winter months, it is kind of quiet around here (I love quiet, but not too much quiet).  His older brother still hangs out here, but he is gone much of the time, so during the school year, we have a semi-empty nest. Why has no one written about this transition—the semi-empty nest syndrome—where the house is empty of children for a good part of the time, but this is still their major home base?

Adult children—most assuredly a conflict in terms, do come home again (spearing yet another hackneyed saying in the heart).  Just because “home” may change slightly over time, you can still go back there, even if it is in your imagination. To quote Sam the Weatherman on Good Morning America: “I am just sayin’.”

To copy that American comedian (Jeff Foxworthy) who has a whole stand-up routine based on “You Know You’re a Canadian When”, I am going to provide you with a few clues that will let you know when you are in a state of semi-empty-nestedness (which I define as that state wherein the kids who do not live at home all the time, come home):

1. You have to buy the 24 roll package of toilet paper once a week instead of once a month.

2. A package of eight hamburgers will no longer fulfill the needs of two meals.

3. You buy Creamsicles even though you like ice cream sandwiches.

4. You stock up on bacon and sausages and pizza, then realize you are feeding your (big) kid too many nitrites. Then you stock up on chicken.

5. You buy juice boxes for lunches.

6. You run the AC even when you would not run it normally. More bodies in the house equals more heat.

7. You have your own IT expert and lots of technical gadgets at your disposal that you have little or no idea how to use, but you look very tech savvy.

8. Laundry is not increased by onefold, but by tenfold—and you cannot figure out why.

9. Your upstairs (which is where the bedrooms are in my house) is in a state of flux, which every day you are meaning to get to, but by the end of July you shrug your shoulders in defeat and think, “Oh well, he is going back to school in little over a month” so you just leave it that way.

10. You enjoy conversations in the middle of the night—a time once reserved for sleep.

11. You find size 12 shoes and sandals at the back door, the front door and under the dining room table (at least at my house).

12. The bathroom has been taken over by a myriad of hair care products that have not found a home.

And last but not least, you have someone home who appreciates you, because they have had to fix their own meals, do their own laundry, and generally face the world by themselves for eight or nine months (except for phone calls home, emails or text messages and the occasional visit home).

Family life is an ongoing and ever changing entity – it is the ultimate shape shifter.  All we can do is hang on and enjoy the ride, bumps and all.

Published in: on May 22, 2012 at 2:33 pm  Comments (20)  
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