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!
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