I hate when my kids are gone. I mean I love it and I hate it both. The house is too quiet without them around. The only sound you can hear is the TV and my liver yelling at me. Today I even heard the faint sounds of my kidneys starting to hate me too.
Being in a funk is not my style, yet every year for the last 8 years I go through this stupid semi depression at the beginning of summer. This week I felt like I have been on the verge of tears almost every day. And I am not a weak fragile chick. I guess sometimes we have to be human and allow ourselves to feel all the emotions out there. I just don't dig this one at all!
Guys don't help the situation either. Although I have never let the state of any relationship I have with a guy effect my life for some reason this time it did a little. But more than that was the fact that it was coupled with my kids leaving for 7 weeks. In fact on the same day they left is when it all went down.
I will be fine, I always am. This will pass and it again will make me a stronger person and a kinder more loving mom.
The process sucks but it is for the greater good. I know.
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