Dang, I hate it when Chad leaves. I remember when he left for his first day of school in his senior year of high school and I cried and cried. I called my mom and I was boo-hooing and told her “That’s the last time he leaves for his first day of a new school year!” She probably laughed at me. Today he’s leaving for the last time he leaves for a new semester. Even though I’m thrilled that he will be graduating, that means that the next time he leaves, it could be for good! He could be getting a job and leaving home more permanently. I am not liking this at all! I do hope he gets a job . . if that’s what he wants. He’s talking about grad school so we don’t really know what he’ll do after this semester but in any event, my time of having my boy at home is drawing to an end way too quickly. I’m thrilled with the young man he’s become. I’m thrilled that he’s making something of his life and that he hasn’t gotten into trouble and caused us any much trouble but . . well . . I miss him already and he just left! Moms, you know what I’m going through. You all know I’ll be fine. The tears will stop. I can use the downstairs bathroom again. I can quilt early in the morning but . . tomorrow morning this house will seem unbearably empty.
I think of the family in Tucson who lost their 9 year old daughter last week and I want to kick my rear for crying that Chad’s leaving to go back to school . . just 50 miles away and will be home on the weekends. My head knows everything is good but my heart isn’t so sure.
So . . we had our last dinner together til Friday.
I fixed the Butter Chicken that he requested. It was good. Not too spicy but somewhat spicy. The jar of Butter Chicken sauce that Chad had bought was probably equally as good, just a bit different, though it did cost quite a bit more than the homemade version. I had already made Black Bean & Corn Salad when he asked for Spinach Salad so we had two salads tonight. I asked if he wanted white bread or wheat bread to take back to school and he wanted crusty bread from the Artisan Bread book so I made that for dinner and made a loaf to send back with him.
Friday will be here before I know it . . right?