Day four and counting. I can almost hear the muscle changing to fat, the cellulite building itself into an in-penetrable wall that will never be compromised. When I sit (which thanks to these stitches, I have to do a lot of!) I can sense my backside drooping even further south than it already was. Maybe if I can just sneak out of the house without my husband running coach noticing I could at least get a little walk in. That is just not to be, however, because he seems to have the entire house under surveillance. Just when I think its safe I hear, “Sweetie, what are you doing?” How does he do that; can he read my mind?
Well, let me just sit my stir-crazy, cabin fevered butt right back down here on the couch and see if I can figure out a way to make the next six days go by a little more quickly. I know, I am going to focus on my feelings and get in touch with the fact that I am officially suffering from empty nest syndrome. Well, it’s not really empty because I still have four children and a dog to care of but the fact that my oldest, Aaron, just moved out and into a dorm on Sunday makes my nest no less empty to me. I am trying to tell myself that it is just like he has gone to an extended summer camp, but I am just not buying into it. His truck is not in the driveway, his towels are not waiting to be picked up off the bathroom floor, he is not expected home by curphew, his size 14 shoes are not sitting around in the living room making everyone trip (can you believe it, I am tearing up at the thought of those size 14 shoes!) I want to think that he is missing me as much as I am missing him but, alas, I don’t think that is true. He was supposed to call me on Sunday night to tell me all about his first full day on campus but the evening came and went and there was no call. I waited as long as I could and called him first thing Monday morning, obviously waking him from a deep slumber. He apologized for not calling me, telling me that he forgot. He forgot? Forgot? How can he forget about me so easily? I think I need a run to calm myself…..but wait, I can’t do that. I know, the garden…….
“Sweetie, what are you doing?” How does he do that?
This is a picture of Aaron and me that was taken yesterday. (Well, it seems like yesterday!)
If you excuse me, I need to go cuddle with my young children because I don’t want them to grow up so quickly. I am sorry that you going through such emotional and physical pain right now. My heart aches for you. Let’s hold Hal again. ((((HUGS))))