Tuesday....

First, let me apologize to my Entrecard followers because I have not been very diligent with my dropping these last couple of days.  Time has just gotten away from me.  Sorry!!  I promise to get back on track.

Yesterday, we took the boys room apart and repaired the walls where it was needed and then Frank painted.  It actually looks really good and I can't wait for this whole process to be over.  I mean, I'm not TRYING to push Nick out the door but I am anxious to get the room done.

Today, Frank is going to finish building Michael's platform for his bed.  That is going to be exciting, too.  So why does Frank have so much time on his hands to get all of this done?  Well, the job he was scheduled to do this week got canceled due to some unexpected repairs that the homeowner needed to do so he will have to start next week.  I'm not freaking out though (see how I'm growing?) because that just means that we will actually get stuff done around here and he will be home to help Nick move on Friday morning.

AND...it is really starting to hit me.  Nick has been annoyed because I haven't been sad yet about his moving but this morning I was getting ready to do some stuff and it hit me...my boy is moving out.  When we bring his stuff over to the house on Friday, when we leave, he will not.  Part of me is like "I will have no say in how he does his room" but that's just a small part of it.  It's more like, he's not going to be part of THIS house anymore and I'm seriously starting to struggle with that.

I know that this is all a natural part of life and believe me, I don't want him to be THAT guy who lives with his mom until he's 30.  That's just sad.  But he is my first born...and from that very first night that he was home with me and I knew that I would never be alone for the next 18 years (and it went to 19) it still went by way too fast.  

Be prepared readers...weeping ahead.