Well WB is mostly all moved in to the house for school this year. I am making another trip tomorrow with odds and ends we forgot or didn’t think about.
The morning started with me flooding the basement while doing laundry and the truck company not having a couple trucks returned last night, so we ended up with a long cargo van. Queen mattress, couch futon, chairs, table, desk, patio table and chairs, endless paraphernalia not captured in Monday’s trip to the house….disaster. But we prevailed and treated packing my car and the van like a game of Tetris. Other than a coffee table and TV, everything made it.
We did have to go out to the local hardware store for a saw once everything was moved in. See, a friend offered us a futon frame queen size. My sister had a spare queen size mattress. Score right? Except, the futon frame had arms for when it was a couch, not a bed. The mattress was literally 2 inches too big. My idea was leave it, do other things, think about it. The boys? Lots of swearing and trying to make it fit.
I came up with the “Lets go buy a saw and saw off the end arm rest.” So off we went. Let me just say, when looking for a hardware store in a town your not 100% sure of and your passenger never needed anything but Liquor stores the previous year, it will be a roundabout trip.
So, we sawed off the ends – hard work that manual sawing! And the room was put together. I spent 30 minutes organizing stuff in the kitchen and then WB and I went and sat on the front porch with a beer and talked.
And then I started crying. And while he put his arm around me, called me a goof, I realized he may not be coming home next summer. Will probably get a job up there and stay in the house. And the next to no face time I had with him this summer? It will get worse.
So I sucked it up. Stopped crying, told him I was fine, hugged him probably a minute longer than I should have and got in my car. and than proceeded to cry for the whole 45 minute ride home.
It’s quite possible WB will not actually live with me again for quite some time. If ever.
For the record – I am very proud of WB and all his accomplishemnts. I also know kids grow up and move on. It’s just hard. Harder than I thought. And so I am going to let the tears flow till I’m done. No shame in that.
