... for your thoughts and prayers. Yesterday went very well. I did not shed a tear. It was difficult, for him, I think, as well as for me, but I managed not to humiliate him. Well, other than all of the pictures I took (less than 10, thank you very much) which caused him to call me a "helicopter mom". Whatever!! As I told him, and as most who know me would most likely agree, I am the antithesis of a helicopter mom. I just took a few pictures. And made his bed. Oh yeah, that seemed to bug him. I can't remember when I last made his bed ..... it's been at least since he was in first grade ..... and, I might add, this was the last time. I just thought I'd help him out by getting stuff unpacked and put away while he and the guys brought in the rest of the boxes. After the helicopter comment I laid on the bed and watched and relaxed. Sheesh.
Anyway, we left him happy and excited and a teeny tiny bit sad.
I slept the entire trip back, which I warned the guys would happen before we even left home. It's one of my coping mechanisms.
So, yesterday was good.
Today, not so much. More specifically, this morning. It was crying time. But I got better ("I'm not dead yet!" for all of you MPATHG fans out there).
I went out with friends tonight and had a really good time.
Tomorrow morning around 7:00 I go under the knife.
OK, not really. Not under a knife anyway, unless Dr. J isn't telling me something. I am being put to sleep to go under a really big needle, though. The next step on the shoulder problem. Fun. Then I get to go home and somehow pack for Boston. I'm sure I'll forget something. Several things probably. Oh well.
I will try to post tomorrow --- I had a good picture to post of Son #1 and Jim, but it will have to wait. I need to get to bed so I can be put to sleep tomorrow.
Don't be jealous.
5 comments:
Good evening my darling daughter. Or I guess I should say good morning. I'm sorry your morning was so crummy. You have been in my prayers all day. I'm glad your evening was better. You have the best friends in the whole world. You are fortunate. I know it mostly doesn't feel like that, but you most certainly are. I love you very much.
I'm glad to hear it went well and good luck to Son #1 - yay S! It's a big step, and exciting, and you are such a great mom J. Really, you are an inspiration. I will pray for your big needly procedure tomorrow!! Yowza! I'm getting restless for home. Did I tell you that Nats husband flew my plane to LA? How cool is that? :)
I can relate to the making the bed in the college dorm room . . . my son was not amused either . . . I personally think it was more emotional for those guys then they want to admit and mother making the bed maybe pulling at their emotional strings just a little too much . . . so they have to turn it around and make it all about you . . . anyhow that is what I think. Good luck on the shoulder keep us posted . . . I'm 24 months into my shoulder issue . . . different than yours but can be extremely painful.
Hey chicky! I'm gald it went well with son#1 yesterday. And going under to have a needle put into you don't sound so fun for me. It must hurt A LOT for you to have to go under. YEOWCH!!!!!! Have fun in Boston with daughter #1 and tell her we said hi. We love and miss you all tons!
I was out with some friends last night. All of us had been in MOPs when you were the mentor mom. One asked "I wonder if she realizes how much she impacted my life?" This is just to let you know, you have made a difference in many of our lives and we appreciate you for what you have done and will do in the future.
Thank-You.
Lisa B.
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