There is so much going on in your world! Oof. I’m glad the kids are in good places or on their way to a better one. They are lucky to have you in their corner. (Also it’s OK to cry without pretending there’s something in your eye, and I will happily join you for that 💕)
When Alanna struggled in her freshman year -- her roommate crawled up from hell itself! -- I wasn't sure if I should step in or not. I thought they were adults and they needed to figure it out. I was very wrong.
As for that mail, I only have two phobias: letters from the IRS and process servers. For a few years after Bob died, I avoided the mail and answering the door. I'm still afraid of those things, but 14 years later, I deal with my mail and knocks at the door easily.
My oldest is home after his first year in college. He has six more weeks here, and maybe this makes me a terrible mother, but I will be thrilled when we drop him off at the airport for his sophomore year. I'm really proud of him -- he's working full-time as a daycamp counselor and cannot wait to get back to college. And he takes up a lot of (mental and physical) space when he's home! Also have a daughter who will be a senior in HS, and going through that whole college app process again is not my fave. Thinking of HER leaving, though, is what is gutting me right now. I didn't have a difficult time with my first leaving, but I think that when my second goes, shit's gonna get real.
Going from 16 to 20 really sums it up. My kid will be 20 early next year and I feel like the kids are trying to "catch up" with life and figure things out because time was so suspended for a good year and a half. I don't want to think about Fall yet, so even though they are going back in a month already, it is still summer around here.
Where's the summer pause button?
There is so much going on in your world! Oof. I’m glad the kids are in good places or on their way to a better one. They are lucky to have you in their corner. (Also it’s OK to cry without pretending there’s something in your eye, and I will happily join you for that 💕)
When Alanna struggled in her freshman year -- her roommate crawled up from hell itself! -- I wasn't sure if I should step in or not. I thought they were adults and they needed to figure it out. I was very wrong.
As for that mail, I only have two phobias: letters from the IRS and process servers. For a few years after Bob died, I avoided the mail and answering the door. I'm still afraid of those things, but 14 years later, I deal with my mail and knocks at the door easily.
Team Aragorn 🫅🏽
My oldest is home after his first year in college. He has six more weeks here, and maybe this makes me a terrible mother, but I will be thrilled when we drop him off at the airport for his sophomore year. I'm really proud of him -- he's working full-time as a daycamp counselor and cannot wait to get back to college. And he takes up a lot of (mental and physical) space when he's home! Also have a daughter who will be a senior in HS, and going through that whole college app process again is not my fave. Thinking of HER leaving, though, is what is gutting me right now. I didn't have a difficult time with my first leaving, but I think that when my second goes, shit's gonna get real.
Going from 16 to 20 really sums it up. My kid will be 20 early next year and I feel like the kids are trying to "catch up" with life and figure things out because time was so suspended for a good year and a half. I don't want to think about Fall yet, so even though they are going back in a month already, it is still summer around here.
That was a nice sweet quote from Liz Gumbinner.. I like reading her stacks too 🙃