Saturday, January 19, 2013
My son has been gone a week. For the last week, whenever I get a little sad about him being gone, I'll take a short nap. I haven't been sleeping all day long at all. I've just been taking little breaks. Because .... I knew I would be sad. He's my only son. I'm divorced. I now live alone. I feel a little lost at times.
I've been filling up that empty feeling with activity. I reorganized and I have redecorating plans and have even planned a garden.
Today has been the worst day so far and I suppose as worst days go even today wasn't so bad. I went to see 2 movies during which I found myself wishing I could climb into my bed, my favorite safe haven.
But, I told myself I would do my exercise and then go to bed. Which is what I did. I actually did my laundry too.
I am going back to work tomorrow. It might be good to be back at work.
I called my son. He says I am not calling too much. He is sick but is taking ibuprofen and taking care of himself. He has sent me pictures of his current project.
I am proud of him.