Wow - what a day of emotion! No pity parties today (thanks for offering to attend Alisa), but the aftermath (or hangover as I like to call them) is still being felt. It definetly proves my theory (or the Secret's theory) that you put negative energy out there, that's what comes back to you!!! The son arrived home this evening. I haven't really heard from him for the past week (except when I text once and called once). I was sure he was delibertly avoiding me, after all he's a 16 year old boy, and he wasn't on this trip to have fun!!!!!!!!! I made a vow to myself that I was going to pick him up, take him home and not ask one question. Let him talk first!!! Well first of all I waited in the "cell phone" parking at the airport for his long awaited text "we've landed." Still keeping my dignity in tack, I asked him to call when he had his bags and I would drive by and pick him up. That little voice behind my ear was trying to coax me to go park and run in and greet him with open arms!!! Stop it!!
3 mintues, 4 mintues 8 mintues 11 mintues (how many suitcases does he have)Finally the call. "K got my bags." If I had driven any faster to get out of that parking lot, I would have gotten a ticket. So I'm in the line of cars, mostly taxis, creeping along. Finally I get into the left lane to get ahead. Wrong move. There's the son on the other side of a parked taxi and a moving taxi. Quick I say, run to this side of the car. He crosses in the crosswalk, throws his 2 ton suitcase in the back seat, followed by himself. "Thanks" he says. "Your welcome!" Those were last last three words spoken all the way home. It wasn't until we pulled into the driveway when he annouces "Don't you want to hear about my trip!" And despite the well rehearsed plan I had, I had to play the guilt card. "If you had wanted me to know about it, wouldn't you have text me!!!" Ok, guilty, guilty, guilty. Poor kid, he certainly didn't see that coming, nor the flow of tears afterwards. In fact he was so shocked, he started laughing. He couldn't believe I was actually upset - well you know what came next................more tears!!! When he finally realised his little oops, was a "world is coming to an end" for me, hugs and sorry's were exchanged and life returned to normal. "So how was your trip, how did you play, did you have fun, did you have enough money, etc, etc, etc. Note to self: Just say what I want to say at the start, cause if there are going to be tears anyways...
BODY: Got that ab workout in again today. Hopefully I'll start noticing a difference (sooner than later)Didn't keep track of the steps on the pedometer though as I changed into a dress part way through the day to pick up the son! (I'm such a sap)
MIND: Worn out----In addition to the motherly trauma I encountered, I found myself pondering what and where does my future lie! I am still pondering, but feel that a weight is slowing being lifted off my shoulders. When I come to my conclusion I will post the details, but in the meantime know that change is not a bad thing, it's just different. And if I have learned anything in these 40 odd years, it's the saying my sister Robin taught me. "What's the worst thing that can happen?"
So I have disposed of any negative thoughts and am now thinking of Maui, puppies, babies and of course my margaritas!!!
thanks for all the neat emails. I'm having a blast with this blog and am learning so much about myself!! (Sarcasm is my middle name - ya think!)
Night
Stacey
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