I dislike change.
Changing food labels, different facebook pages, altered Blogger site (I mean really. When did that happen? You don't blog for, like, 6 months and then you're greeted with....well, a new Blogger page. I didn't know what I was doing before. Now all I do know is that I had 119 views from Israel yesterday. I think I broke my Blogger page because that doesn't seem quite right.)
So. Change. I hate it. I would prefer things stayed the same. Logically I know this is ridiculous but I yam what I yam and change makes my skin crawl.
My life has changed so very much in the past year or so. Job changes, family changes, The Husband having to live away from us for work. Heck, I even had my abdomen changed, which, don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for the life saving surgery but really really hate the way my abdomen feels now. I have learned to live with the way it looks. I hope I will one day learn to live with how it feels inside.
And now, The Monkey started all day kindergarten and my life has changed yet again. It's been 9 years since I've been 'child free' for any length of time and I am feeling rather lost. I drop her off at school. I walk out the classroom door. I stand on the sidewalk and feel completely at a loss as to what the heck I'm supposed to do with myself. It's just me.
Work days are easier. But today there is no work. There are no parents needing a meal cooked, or taken to a doctor's appointment or to sit with in the hospital. No children holding my hand and asking to go to the park or story time or to play Littlest Pet Shop when we get home. No Husband's underwear to wash or to go and meet for coffee on a work break.
I'm left standing on the sidewalk wondering how the hell I'm going to deal with this latest change in my life. Me. Just me.
So today I went home. And I put on my Mom's sweater.
And I baked with her sweater on.
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