Yeah, so, a few weeks ago, my son got angry and punched his bedroom door leaving it severely dented/cracked. We don't give a rat's ass if he damages HIS stuff when angry, but we draw the line when he damages the house. Poohbare gave him two weeks to replace the door. Naturally, he waited til the last minute to do anything. The old door was removed and he intended to use a spare solid wood door as a replacement. (What? doesn't everyone have extra doors sitting around unused?) That door is too wide. He has yet to cut it down to size. Oh well.

The laundry area is just outside his room and the light shines right into his face when he's in bed. He seems to have an issue with me doing laundry while he's alseep. Darn.

Maybe he should close his door.

So... I couldn't sleep and figured I may as well get some of the hundreds of gingerbread men decorated. If I do a couple hundred each morning, they'll be finished by week's end. Yes, there are a lot of em.

So... as I stand there putting the frosting on 'em and glancing at the hundred or so that are done and setting up, my mind wanders about how they are like NN members. Some are bigger than others; some smaller. Some prettier; some less attractive. Some smooth; some a lil lumpy. Some have misshapen heads or wonky eyes or off-kilter smiles.

Hmm. I think maybe I should have tried to sleep a lil longer. =/

My emotions are all jumbled. Not in a bad way, necessarily, just jumbled. Pooh's last day (fingers crossed) at the old job is next Wednesday. OMG one week! I'm so excited!

Other side of the coin is that tensions are escalating between my son and me. We're not fighting, just butting heads. I won't elaborate, but it boils down to: it's time for him to go. He'll be 22 next week, but seems stuck at 17. He and his girlfriend plan to get a place of their own in January, so it'll be a holly jolly housewares Christmas for them. Yet... I keep having images of him thru the years flash through my head. Good stuff. Bad stuff. Stuff. We were best buddies. We were so damn close. My baby boy...and then the tears flow.

I know he needs to grow up. I know it's time for him to leave the nest. I'm behind that 100%. I just didn't realize it would hurt this much. *sniffle*

I'm grateful there are so many things keeping me busy and distracted. My daughter is already making plans to take over his room and what needs done/changed/fixed/etc. lol Not that she's excited or anything.

And the baking continues apace. And they fired the new secretary at work. And I'm trying to train the new-new one while juggling work for 6 attorneys. Yeah, things are a bit jumbled.

Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving.

xoxo

P.S. Did I mention Poohbare will be moving home next week? WOOHOO! ))))))))))))

I'm passing this on because it worked for me today. A Doctor on TV said that to have inner peace we should finish things we started & we all could use more calm in our lives. I looked around my house to find things I'd started & hadn't finished.

So I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Chardonnay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, tha mainder of Valiuminun scriptins, an a box a chocletz. Yu haf no idr how fablus I feel rite now. Sned this to all who need inner peass. An telum u luvum.

As if I don't have enough going on between Poohbare's impending move, work, "those people that live in this house", the holidays, candy making, and baking, I bought fabric to make a quilt for our office manager's baby shower gift.

stupid stupid stupid

The baking continues apace. There's just over 2500 cookies in the freezer thus far and I know I'm running out of time to meet my shipping deadlines.... so I'm probably going to skip making one or two kinds that were planned. Oh well, such is life. I also want to include fudge and peanut brittle and need to allow time to make both of them. There's still one more kind of cookie dough to get baked and then the decorating starts. GAH!

Poohbare starts training his replacement on Monday. The guy has lots of experience in a similar position and already knows the computer programs they use at the shop, so it might be a matter of just showing him what gets filed where, how to bypass this or that and where the list of vendors are for ordering steel.

I've been very busy reorganizing and making space for Pooh's stuff. We hope to get him moved over the long Thanksgiving weekend, but there are still a few bits of info he needs to obtain before the final planning stages can be completed.

All in all, life has been extraordinarily busy but in all sorts of good ways. I hope you can say the same.

xoxo

Poohbare and I are running away for the weekend. It's a quick business trip, but it's away from home, so it'll do.

So one of the CNC operators approached Poohbare's boss and asked if he could toss his hat in the ring as Pooh's replacement. He's a new guy - only been there six months - but previously supervised a machine shop for 4 years til the business closed. He knows the payroll program, he's a wizard at computers and the CNC, has a lot of general knowledge... in other words, a perfect fit. Human Resources gave Pooh's boss their blessing. There are two more candidates to be interviewed, but if they aren't stellar, then the CNC guy gets the job. He'd only need a couple weeks of training.

If this all pans out, Pooh might be moving home before, or right around, Thanksgiving. 3-4 weeks!!! I'm trying not to get my hopes up, but failing miserably.

It's been a real long three years.

Oh curses! A hangnail! The unwashed dishes are piling up.

I was trying to get some baking done this morning, but was repeatedly interrupted by a kitten attacking my slipper/ankle/leg. Lil monster was wrapping himself around my foot like a freaking boa constrictor then biting me. Between his antics and my laughter, nothing was accomplished.

Oh well. I'll try again tomorrow.