And I'm an empty nester.
We moved Jordan to school last Thursday. Honestly, it was a great day.
We got there at 10am, and they gave us free Red Bull. So far I loved college. LOL Then we got his room key....
I got to put his room together, make his bed, do all the Mom stuff one more time...
He approved of the feather bed I bought him so that he would be comfy at night...
And I made him suffer through yet another "Mom and Me" picture....
We went to the bookstore, and I got coffee mugs for Michael and me to drink out of in the mornings....and a new shirt for me.
You should be proud of me, I didn't cry until it came time to hug him goodbye. But the minute he said "I love you", I burst into tears and could not even speak. So much I wanted to say to him, but all I could get out was "Please be safe and take care of yourself, ok. I love you so much." I know he knows everything I couldn't say (because I'd have gotten hysterical trying to get the words out, LOL), about how proud I am of him and how thankful and blessed I have been to be his Mom. I've told him those things hundreds of times, I know he knows. This time, I just wanted him to know I love him more than life itself, and am so excited and happy for this phase of his life to begin.
And then I cried all the way to Kings Island. Which is only about 25 miles. I thought that was pretty good, considering at one point during the drive down, Jordan and my boss exchanged text messages where David said "Is she curled up on the floor in a fetal position, barricading herself in the garage so you can't leave?" to which Jordan replied "No, not yet. But I have a feeling she'll be on the hunt for an unused room after I get moved in though."
Oh Ye of little faith, I did neither. I survived The Move of 2010.
My first weekend as an empty nester was great! I have learned a few things about my son not living at home, such as...I don't have to worry when I walk around naked (TMI maybe, but factual) that he might walk in; I don't have to panic anymore when I hear sirens (there is a police and fire station a block from my house, and yes I used to find ridiculous excuses to text Jordan when I would hear them to make sure he was alive....yep, I was "that mom"), my leftovers are still left over the next day to take to work for lunch; and the one who used to leave the bathroom a mess isn't me. And the best part (which I thought would be the worst part) of not knowing what he's doing and where he is at night, is that I just pretend he's in his dorm room, and then I sleep great!
Plus, my nest hasn't been all that empty. My guy is there a lot, which is great. This weekend we went down to Hocking Hills and walked through the caves and stuff. It was a lot of fun.
Later we stopped by a flea market....and I tried to get a picture of this guy with THE WORST MULLET in the history of the world. He's standing behind Michael in this picture and unfortunately you can't see him, but he had this short hair on the front, and then the mullet part went all the way down his back. OMG, it was hilarious.
Oh, and at the flea market I made a purchase of my own....it was a UC Bearcat license plate thing. I tried to post the picture here but it kept showing up sideways, and I didn't want you guys straining your necks on my behalf.
We are moving our offices this week, so don't expect a new blog post anytime soon. I'll be lucky to see daylight between now and next Monday.
Hope you are all doing well. I haven't been around to visit your blogs in ages, I've become a very bad bloggy friend. I will try to get caught up soon, meanwhile tell me what's going on in your world!