We turn the corner into the driveway – it has become a familiar drive – and I have an overwhelming sensation of wanting to throw up! This is something that I haven’t felt since pregnancy, and/or an unfortunate experience with Harvey Wallbangers…..(and Long Island Iced Teas… in fact, any drinks whose syllables are longer than 3 should be avoided altogether – but include in that category wine which is being “refreshed” by your brother-in-law, who has decided that food is an unnecessary distraction! But, I digress…)
I am moving Henry into residence today. I’m so conflicted…. We have been working towards this goal for almost 19 years – I’m not sure we’re ready… (Henry and I… not Left Brain (he says he’s looking forward to some quiet in the house – I may have to become obnoxiously loud).
So – let’s talk about Henry first. He is at turns very excited, and then lashing out at me. The lashing out is always explained by him…. “I’m under a lot of pressure right now Mom…” SO AM I, I want to shout… Back to yesterday… We paid extra so that he could move in early, before the throngs of kids who will be coming on Sunday and Monday. I had prepared and purchased everything that I thought he would need (see earlier post, “Please Don’t Make Me Go….”) If he was missing anything, then I would have time to get it before his official move-in date. We forgot a few things at home (my fault – I should have checked exactly what he was packing in the car…) After a bed check – this one is too soft – this one is just right;
we began to put a few things up on the walls. I bought some of those sticky things that don’t mark the wall. And they don’t mark the wall! But they also don’t stick the desired poster to the wall!!! Figures! So Henry laboriously peels and sticks 50 more little squares to adhere his calendar (so he can stay organized) to the back of the thing and then repositions it on the wall. Two minutes later – clunk! Not working – whereupon he’s about to launch into the stratosphere. I am making a list as we go along to note anything that we need, or isn’t working. When he’s calm (sort of), I show him the list so he’s reassured that we won’t forget anything. Also, so he can contribute anything that he thinks is necessary!
Now… how am I doing with this transition? I don’t know yet – we’ve been so busy this week that I am at turns agitated (read: can’t sleep), and then so exhausted I sleep straight through with no remembrance of dreams. Of course, I can hardly recall my name when I wake up, but that could be a menopause thing… One of my BFF’s asked me this morning whether I needed a hug… I said yes, but declined because I was afraid I would start crying and not stop. I called my Mom and Dad today (it’s their 55th wedding anniversary – way to go!!! that’s a looong frikking time….) She remarked that I’d probably have a great weekend (number one son left today as well). I said, “Noooo – I don’t think it’s going to be a great weekend….”
We move him in permanently on Sunday. I’ll let you know how it goes….