Susannah and Adam's (not to mention my newest grandchild, Anderson) move to Dallas (Grand Prairie)is but a week away and I can hardly stand it. I just want to drag around the house,eat cake(all I could find was popcorn)and pull the covers over my head. I have never napped and I've started napping--how depressed can that be? My energy has ebbed and dipped so slow that you'd have to put a mirror to my face to see if I'm breathing.
ENOUGH! Sometime around 4 pm, I told Bob that I needed goals and projects to get through this time. I started making a mental list.....get dressed (check; roll my hair (check); put on make-up (check...wait a minute -- take some of that rouge off. Bob and I got into the car and went to eat at the Olive Garden, actually had a conversation that wasn't about Susannah and Adam for the first time in 2 months and then he followed behind me in TJ Maxx (he called it CJ Maxx and advised the clerks that they needed a neater store -- my Bob --who was born without a neat bone in his body.)
Next items on the list (wow- Bob is so ready for the list instead of the listless Sue) include planning a trip to Alaska, planning to put flagstones in the back yard near the swing and planning a Thanksgiving trip to Dallas.
No--it doesn't mean I don't care -- I care too much and need to think of other things. Yes -- I can use the webcam and watch my grandchild grow up but it just isn't the same. I love having him wave at me as I drive onto their street and do his hand-dance and then refuse to go to me by hiding his head behind his mom. I loved singing him to sleep last Thursday by singing lullabyes and my mother's favorite, "Your Cheatin' Heart." I love his sweet smile when he's dipping off to sleep and those killer eyelashes when he sighs.
Oops--there I go again ...I need to get back to that list. Blog ya later.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
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