TessB
Plays well with others
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She (we gave her most of our lives)
is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives)
home (we gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home after living alone for
so many years (bye bye)
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
Daddy our baby's gone
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly
How could she do this to me
She (We never thought of ourselves)
is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone for
so many years (bye bye)
She didn't leave a note. We knew it was coming. I even knew the date. (today) But when my husband called me at work after he had arrived home, and told me her bed was gone, and her room empty, I have to confess, tears came to my eyes. (They are now as well.)
She's the last to go of the three. She is our oldest, and it was definitely her time to go. I'm happy for her, living in a little crusty old duplex, with torn screens covering dirty windows that have foam spray acting as a weak barrier of insulation to keep out drafts and rodents, a kitchen drawer that doesn't open because the stove is in the way, a cabinet door, hanging by one hinge, bedroom closet doors leaning against the opposite wall waiting to be installed, and nothing but her bed, a dresser, a television, clothes and a small sitting bench that will serve as a couch for now. It's a typical rental for a first-time nest flight She's excited about going to the Salvation Army and Goodwill shops digging out cheap furnishings and such to surround her flag of independence she has firmly planted. I won't have any trouble Christmas shopping for her this year!
And now I am alone with a man I haven't been alone with for twenty five years. While he's measuring the room and trying to determine if a pool table will fit in there, I'm in my own room writing to my friends on my Access forum, and crying like a silly woman.
I have to admit, I am glad she did it while I was at work. When my middle child left, the first to leave, I tried to help her pack but found myself blubbering and running to my room instead. And she wasn't even HOME that often at that point! Spent most nights with her boyfriend!
I know it's ridiculous. I feel foolish for crying. But that's me. I'm a mom.
I need more tissue. Why don't you guys tell me all about your first dwellings and roomates, if applicable? That should be good for a few chuckles and help cheer me up.
is leaving (sacrificed most of our lives)
home (we gave her everything money could buy)
She's leaving home after living alone for
so many years (bye bye)
Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Picks up the letter that's lying there
Standing alone at the top of the stairs
She breaks down and cries to her husband
Daddy our baby's gone
Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly
How could she do this to me
She (We never thought of ourselves)
is leaving (never a thought for ourselves)
home (we struggled hard all our lives to get by)
She's leaving home after living alone for
so many years (bye bye)
She didn't leave a note. We knew it was coming. I even knew the date. (today) But when my husband called me at work after he had arrived home, and told me her bed was gone, and her room empty, I have to confess, tears came to my eyes. (They are now as well.)
She's the last to go of the three. She is our oldest, and it was definitely her time to go. I'm happy for her, living in a little crusty old duplex, with torn screens covering dirty windows that have foam spray acting as a weak barrier of insulation to keep out drafts and rodents, a kitchen drawer that doesn't open because the stove is in the way, a cabinet door, hanging by one hinge, bedroom closet doors leaning against the opposite wall waiting to be installed, and nothing but her bed, a dresser, a television, clothes and a small sitting bench that will serve as a couch for now. It's a typical rental for a first-time nest flight She's excited about going to the Salvation Army and Goodwill shops digging out cheap furnishings and such to surround her flag of independence she has firmly planted. I won't have any trouble Christmas shopping for her this year!
And now I am alone with a man I haven't been alone with for twenty five years. While he's measuring the room and trying to determine if a pool table will fit in there, I'm in my own room writing to my friends on my Access forum, and crying like a silly woman.
I have to admit, I am glad she did it while I was at work. When my middle child left, the first to leave, I tried to help her pack but found myself blubbering and running to my room instead. And she wasn't even HOME that often at that point! Spent most nights with her boyfriend!
I know it's ridiculous. I feel foolish for crying. But that's me. I'm a mom.
I need more tissue. Why don't you guys tell me all about your first dwellings and roomates, if applicable? That should be good for a few chuckles and help cheer me up.
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