Getting his jacket on, which isn’t easy with his bum arm! See Vince at the table . . nothing is going to interfere with his lunch! He just keeps right on eating . . doesn’t bother him one bit that Chad is leaving or that I’m crying!
Getting in the car . . in total disbelief that I would show a picture of the messy garage.
Backing out of the driveway. There’s still time to run out and tell him not to leave . . we’ll support him for the rest of his life . . just stay home with me forever. Don’t think that thought didn’t cross my mind and his response would probably have been something like . . give me a credit card with no limit and no restrictions as to what time I have to be home and I’ll think about it.
There he goes! Off to start his new life and leave me here to wallow in self-pity, sit on the sofa and cry a river of tears. Nope, I’m really not doing as bad as I thought I might.
What’s going to be kinda funny is that Chad is not used to sharing a bathroom. He detests public restrooms and will drive for hours to get home to use his own bathroom. He would call me from the high school to come get him when he had to go to the bathroom. He wouldn’t dare go at school. Now . . well, dorm living isn’t like having your own bathroom. But, now I have a bathroom I can use downstairs. That will be so nice! Not only did Chad have his own private bath all his life, but the one he has in this house is down right nice. The door to the left leads to a little hallway that is part of his bedroom.
This door goes out into a little landing. There’s another bedroom where you see that white door, you can also see the door leading outside and then back around the corner is where my quilting area is. There’s just one bathroom downstairs and Chad didn’t dare let anyone else use it.
This area has his bookcase, toilet and there’s a nice size closet around the corner.
Think he’ll miss this bathroom more than he misses his mother? Don’t answer that!