Originally posted at Sad Blogging With Some Silly Bits
Some days are a struggle, but I try. I found myself really struggling Monday morning, wishing I never had to stop my meds and also missing luxury of having therapist to talk to… or friends.
First week of August and there are things that must be done. One week before the start of school for my last school-age child requires my undivided attention. On Monday morning that meant getting up at 7:30 – because I also have a college-bound child who I first needed to drive around town to take care of business before she leaves for school at the end of the month before even thinking about heading over to the high school for 1:00 pm sign-in for 2012-2013 Registration Day sign-up for my 10th grader who starts school next week.
I TWEETED THIS: Wow…just did the math. I’ve been doing New School Year Registrations for 15 years! 3rd from last time ever for kid #3 #MomsRock!
I’m not used to going out early anymore; not having the best sleep habits doesn’t help make getting out and about easier either. (Melatonin helps, but I forgot to take it the night before.) So I was happy with myself when I was showered and out the door yesterday at 9:15am.. Also a shocker, I was appropriately dressed – no ponytail, sneakers, yoga pants or t-shirt for once!
I TWEETED THIS: Woo Hoo… done! Not a single annoying teenager, plasticky mom or tooly dad! It was a good day. Universe actually does listen.
I guess you’d call yesterday a success, right? It was. I took care of important Social Security matters, took my middle-child to take care of her important matters-at-hand, and got my youngest enrolled for upcoming school year. It was a long day, and I managed to get through it.
Two people asked me how I’m handling college girl going away soon. I teared up just thinking about it; and told them I can’t even blog about it yet. I am so proud of her achievements and grateful for opportunities on her horizon, as well and relieved she will be spared uncertainty the rest of us will be facing soon after she leaves. Still, I get sad thinking about her walking out of this house for the last time ever in a few short weeks. Then, I cried.
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