Tumultuous you say?
Yes precisely my words...
tu·mul·tu·ous (to̵̅o̅ mul′c̸ho̵̅o̅ əs, tyo̵̅o̅-, tə-; -mul′tyo̵̅o̅ əs)
- full of or characterized by tumult; wild and noisy; uproarious
- making a tumult
- greatly agitated
I am all of the above.
You see we have decided to drive the oldest son down to his first job at the end of the week. It is not in our northerly state of Washington, no not even in our next door neighbor Oregon.
Not even our southerly left coast neighbor California...nope go south and then head east one state to Nevada.
I have never been to Nevada, but my baby is moving there to live all by himself.
Working for a company I know nothing about...
Surrounded by people I know nothing about.
What if he needs me?
I'll be 3 states away!
My heart is in turmoil. I am proud that he finished school and actually got a job in this economy. But I do not want him to move. His little brother and sister don't want him to move. His grandma doesn't want him to move. His girlfriend doesn't want him to move.
But he is leaving anyway...darn!
And on top of all of that I am rushing around like a mad woman trying to get my garden all in, getting the house all cleaned, paying all the bills because hubby has decided since we are going to Nevada we might as well make a vacation of it!
That means 7 to 10 day gone from home.
I don't do well away from home...
I'm allergic to leaving home actually.
I am not kidding. I love home...I hate leaving it.
Who will kill the slugs trying to eat my seedlings?
Who will feed all my baby critters...twice a day?
Who will get the mail?
Who will feed the camel?
Who will apologize to the tomatoes for all the rain?
Oh NO...who will blog for me?
I cannot possibly go over a week without talking to you guys?
So while I ponder these questions I will bake bread and do laundry I'll plant my peppers, feed my critters and kill some slugs...and pretend that my baby is not leaving me and that I am not leaving home for a while.
Denial solves a multitude of difficulties!
As does chocolate...