Today is Brandy's moving day. I'm trying not to be a pushy old lady and insist on "helping" (as if I could!) ... but I did tell them a dozen times to call if they needed anything. They told me there's a possibility they will want to sleep here tonight, so of course I'm hoping for that. Also hoping that everything goes smoothly. It's not raining, so they've got that going for them.
I have decided that, as I've aged, it's more and more difficult for me to deal with change. Either that, or menopause is biting my butt hard. The kids all moving, my job about to begin ... seems like small potatoes, huh. It's overwhelming me. My head knows everything is fine, and is going to be fine. Really. But I can't seem to shake "sad" offa me these days. I know that it will pass, but right now I feel like curling up into a little ball.
But I'm not little and I can't curl.
Thought For Today:
"Cherish each moment. These are the good old days you're going to miss in the years ahead."