Today is my sweet BSer's birthday and it's not just any birthday. The BSer is 50!
Know what we're going to do for his birthday? We're going to go eat seafood and then go to see Avatar. (Clearly he's not big on birthdays.) I told him that we should try to get to the restaurant between 4:00 and 5:00 so that we can get the senior citizen discount.
It seems that lately we've hit milestones and I've realized that, while I THOUGHT I loved change, change sucks. My brain tells me change is good. But after a string of alterations in life, stagnation begins to look pretty darn attractive.
Our first big change happened many years ago. We decided to buck the system and pull the kids out to be educated at home for a few years. This change was good - and fun.
Then change happened again in 2005 when my sweet 12 year-old, not quite Smart Ass, became sick with an illness which rocked our world, her world, and changed the course of our lives. This illness was (and still can be) more difficult than you could imagine because of it's obscurity. This change truly sucked.
In 2008, we moved away from the security of our friends and home to another state seven hours away. Sucky change.
Now I've been having a pity party for myself. I should be happy and giddy and excited. But, I guess like any other parent, I'm tearful and thoughtful and scared. The Hermit moved out yesterday to attend school somewhere else. I'm excited for him. He's excited for him. Is this what they call empty-nest syndrome? Figures I'd get it too early. I've still got Smart Ass in all her glory to keep me hopping.
Had to say goodbye to my little old car yesterday, too. Isn't that crazy? I became emotionally attached to a freaking car! This was a sad change.
Plus I think I'm beginning to go through "the change".
Change is good, right?
Maybe I'll get a jeep and drive with the top down.
Last night I found myself all alone - not a BSer, Hermit, or Smart Ass in sight. You'd think that a girl would know how to behave, especially one my age. But do you want to know what I did?
I took a long bath with a tall glass of wine - the cheap kind. Then, dressed in the ugliest, most comfy pair of jammies, I made two HUGE crab cakes, with sauce. While cooking my crab cakes I perused the latest fashion magazine. Afterward, while watching Sleepless in Seattle and Enchanted, I had an Edwards Hot Fudge Ice Cream Brownie.
My online compadre, Jennifer Juniper, (Gotta love the name. Why can't I have a cool name like that?) over at Hope Studios has a Christmas wreath tutorial that even I and my anti-Martha self can handle. It's super pretty, easy, and idiot-proof. Not that I'm an idiot or anything and, uh, not like you're an idiot or anything.