If I loved getting shots, getting ready for my trip to Korea and Thailand would be a thrill. So far this week, I’ve been poked for flu and Hepatitis A. In a few weeks it’ll be H1N1, typhoid and danang fever, plus whatever else the CDC and Kaiser decide I need. Oh joy.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, since the first round of shots I’ve been dragging my ass around behind me in a wagon. I am so tired, yo. I’m in bed by 10p every night, snoring 30 seconds later. I drag myself up in the morning and stumble around like a zombie. I chug my first cup of coffee like a caffeine brain bullet.
Ok – mornings might be my normal behavior.
I’m still moping about missing my Son, but I am unable to sustain a bad mood, misery or grudge. I realized that it isn’t just about missing my boy and all the noise – its also a huge life change. We might still be Parents, but we aren’t Mom and Dad everyday. Kids contain a lot of laughter and we miss that.
But, with my Son gone and Daughter away most weekends, I’ve discovered something long forgotten: Mr. Wonderful and Leisurely Nookie.
There is an upside to not having the kids underfoot every living minute.