Monday, August 20, 2007

Feelings, Oh Oh Oh feelings

Well I think we have already established the fact that I can not sing....at all, so sing the title to yourself without thinking about me actually vocalizing.
I've been a little "out of it" lately. I'm not keeping up with blogs and definitely not keeping up with my little caringbridge friends. I am trying to deal with DS moving out, when I know he isn't ready and I really know I'm not. I am trying to be the helpful happy mom in all of this and I know his apartment is very near SH's job so he can stop by whenever he wants to check. He is also only a 35 minute drive from home so I can run up there once in a while and see how he is doing. He swears he will be home all the time but I remember when I moved out of my parents home, I didn't go back any more than I had to for quite a while. I did fine until I went to his room a little while ago and started packing his clothes for him....for some reason that hit home more than anything. He has stayed up there the last few nights but most of his stuff was still here. Crap....I gotta go try to look happy before he gets here.

10 comments:

kim said...

Awww, Katy--I know! It's REALLY hard. Right after Bill died, Todd moved in with me as he was going through his divorce. When it came time for him to move out, I felt absolutely bereft. And the worst part is the having to put on your happy face. Because this is the natural order of things, they are supposed to move out. Especially if they're 34 years old, like Todd was :)! I don't know if this will help or not and I don't know if it's a good thing or not, but usually when someone moves out for the first time--especially if they are very young as DS is--they will end up moving home again, at least for a little while. But usually for a fairly long while! Take it easy, Katy, and try not to cry too much...

kim said...

Katy--go back to my comments again when ya can. Here for ya!

Monkling said...

I guess I was lucky in that I had a more gradual moving out & neither are totally out just yet. I'm not sure we're ever truly ready to let them go, at least when we've got good kids. I suppose if they were monsters, we'd be counting down to when they'd be off on their own.

Once Princess is off (Wed.) I'll have AIM running pretty much all the time so if you're ever alone & feeling it, you know where to find me.

katy said...

Thanks guys, I'm actually doing pretty well with the entire thing. I am one of those people that cry way too easily anyway so the tears don't bother me too much. Poor DS was really upset last night, but I know that will pass for him too. His girlfriend rode out with him to help him pack and I could hear him tell her over and over 'I know I can always come back here if I want to."
You realize this is going to be the end of my houseful of teenagers every weekend. DD has one or two over sometimes but nothing like DS.

kim said...

Why on earth is DS doing this right now anyway? It REALLY doesn't sound like he wants to move out! Is his girlfriend pressuring him? He's only 19; that is young to move out, especially from such a close-knit family! I truly do think he will be back in not too long...

In the meantime, like Monkling said, we can all get together and talk on the computer. It's not the same as having a houseful of fun, noisy, funny teen boys, but, well, we're better than nothing, right? HAHA! Besides, before long here, you will need to be using up a lot of energy teaching me to use a camera, and then everything after, so...HA!

kim said...

Oh my gosh, that "I'll Love You Forever" book practically makes me have a crying-nervous-breakdown! The first time I read through it, in a store, I boo-hoo'd right there in the children's book section of the store!

Ya know, you are right--DS is pretty much right on schedule with all of this. Now that I think about it, I remember my Mom crying and feeling bad the first time I moved out, too. That was before she knew it would only be for a couple of months :)! After moving back, it eventually got to the point where she would ask me "did you find an apartment?" every time I left the house! HAHA!

Ahhh, how does anyone ever grow up!!

And now a practical question--would you rather have me comment to you in my comment section, or yours, like I've been doing?

kim said...

Gosh, Katy, I never thought of a camera like that--as being therapeutic. But now that you say it, you are absolutely right! I love other people's photos so much, and the ones my friend gave me of Cascade that I put on my blog make me SO happy. Even though I didn't actually go with them there that day, it still brings up all the beauty, nature and fun of the WHOLE area! And another therapeutic thing is that, perhaps, I'll be so busy trying to figure that out I'll forget to be whiney for a while! Ya think? HAHA! I do very much appreciate your understanding. Sometimes it's still just SO hard--but, then again, what isn't. It seems to always be one step forward, two steps back for me, but that will also resolve...I just have to have patience with myself, and hope everybody else will too!

Monkling said...

My, someone went a bit post-happy here! Bahahahaha!!! (I do actually realize why but I just wouldn't be me if I didn't give Kim a hard time.)

I wish I could have moved out of my parents' house when I was 19, but I didn't quite have the sort of relationship either of us have with our kids. Sounds like DS just needs to do this, to try it out and that's fine, no matter where he ends up.

kim said...

Okay Monkling, butt out on the numerous comment issue--and I mean that in the nicest way! HAHAHA!

How's it going Katy? Did you get him all moved and in his apartment? How many times have you and/or SH stopped over at his place?

Thinkin' about ya!

kim said...

HAHAHA, Katy! I can't wait for your new post when you get back from...um...your top secret **cough**DS's apartment**cough**
place! Did you make up his bed for him? The first time I moved out, my Mom insisted that she make up my bed before she left. That night, tired from unpacking, I was so glad she did!

Hurry with your new post--or Monkling is going to have a field day needling me yet again about my numerous comments.