Under Construction…
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Ok….. *trying to get settled* Home sweet home. I can’t say that I’m completely settled in. You know how it is when you first move. Shit is everywhere. LOL In this case, my mind is all over the place. There’s still a lot of construction going on over here. *smile*
Not to mention that I still have a whole lot of packing up to do at my other spot. *sigh*
Other than my recent move, nothing much is going on with me. I’m just trying to get back in the swing of things. Today is my first day back at work. I’ve been on vacation for a little over a week. Now I’m back to work - dealing with the hellraisers. It’s amazing how even though I was on vacation, my workload didn’t decrease at all. Why did I come back to a stack FULL of damn reports?!? *sucking teeth and mumbling under my breath* Damn bastards! It never ends.
At any rate, I need to make the best out of these two weeks without my son. I left him with my parents. I was supposed to come back last Thursday. But I decided to leave the following day. Then, the following day (Friday) I decided to leave the next day (Saturday). I did finally leave on Saturday before the butt crack of dawn. It was a teary departure. It always is. I hate leaving my family. I cried secretly in my bedroom before I even got up to get dressed. One because I was sad to leave my son and two, I was sad about leaving my parents. My mama does the same thing. *shaking head* She’ll go into a different room and then come out with her eyes all red and watery. My mama and I always cry. My dad never cries. He just says, “Ya’ll cut that out.” All the while, it’s quite obvious that he’s sad too. Funny thing is, the day before I packed up and actually pulled out. There were no tears then. I think that both me and my parents knew that I wasn’t leaving that day. I was at the gas station and called my parents. My mom answered the phone and I told her that I was trying to figure out if I should stay or leave. I was torn because I was getting a late start. It was already 12noon. Which would have put me in ATL 12 hours later. Well….10 1/2 hours later the way I drive. LOL *shaking head* I’m used to leaving EARLY in the morning. Which normally is the butt crack of dawn. tee hee hee
Anyway, I got off the phone with my mom and kept pumping gas. The next thing I knew, my mama pulled up at the gas station, talkin ’bout, “What are you going to do?” (with a smile on her face)
Of course, I decided to stay. I just wasn’t ready to go.
I’m not sure if it’s because I’m an only child or what. Every time we depart from one another, we always cry. I hate goodbyes. I really do. I’m actually trying to get my parents to move down here. I think they are thinking about it.
I think it would be good for them to be closer to their only child and only grandchild. *smile* We’ll see. That’s a work in progress. I’ve been really trying to convince them to move. Plus, the neighbors/neighborhood are just not the same. So it may be time for a change.
Anyway, I’m clearly just rambling. I actually didn’t plan on typing this much. As you can see these are just some random thoughts. I actually wrote this as if I was writing in an actual journal.