Motherhood is wonderful when they are babes and it is beyond wonderful when they are grown and have come to visit.
But.....................I don't have the energy I had even just a few short years ago and I don't hear quite as well, so instead of asking to continually repeat, I smile and nod and act as if I have heard everything, and people, places and things have a way of grating on my nerves and I just hate that! I feel as if I am a wet blanket on the fun of my grown kids and I feel that I spoil their fun and I end up the day feeling like I'm a cranky old nag. And I hate that too!
I end up doing a lot of crying after they leave. I'm sad to see them all gone. Hubby is in the woods and he has actually shot two deer so we will have lots of venison this year, but once again, the house is quiet. I miss him. I miss my kids.
My noisy grown up kids who were all here just a few hours ago. My oldest daughter will go back home tomorrow. My oldest son just moved to Alabama. My youngest daughter will go back to work tomorrow and her life wil go back to her routine with her family. My youngest son has a new girlfriend. His life is taking on new and happy surprises.
I'm just feeling a little depressed. I think a good nights sleep will do me wonders 'tis just a momma thing I think. A normal thing of just getting on up there. But hey tomorrow I plan to take a picture of all the groovy things I have to mail to someone for my 100th Post Giveaway and I can tell you that you will love it. There is the Lady Journal, a little book all about Reds, a vintage pair of clip-on earrings and choker to match all sizes of rhinestones galore on them! And a beauty of a little after 5: beaded, sequined black satin handbag. Ooh la la. You're gonna love it. So come on back on Wednesday and see what you'll get if I draw your name, but remember you have got to comment on any of my posts where you've seen this postcard. Peace to you all, mizmollye
