A lot’s happened at our house in the last two weeks. I returned to my job at my wonderful school, this year assisting in the Threes class with a lovely new teacher. Already I know it’s going to be a fabulous year. Hubby has been working his arse off to get the IT running at a new business site in Atlanta, often working 12-14 hour days. Patrick got a promotion and due to people quitting, at 26 years old, he is now the senior premium auditor in the State of AZ for the insurance company he works for. Go, Patrick! Eve is looking forward to finishing the last two years of her Biology degree while working part-time in a doctor’s office. We were sad for her that the summer job in the mountains being an EMT for the fire fighters didn’t work out (she couldn’t pass the physical test), but she picked herself up, dusted herself off, and made a new plan.
And William? William seems to be in a state of denial that in six days we will be moving all his worldly belongings up to Flagstaff to settle him in for another year at Northern Arizona University. He and his girlfriend lounge about binge-watching tv, stopping only to get fast food or a pizza or sweetened coffee drinks. I’m glad they’re not starving students like I was back at ASU in the late ’80’s (I once sold my textbook a week before finals so I could go barhopping with friends), but I know that my lean years have made me appreciate that nowadays I can order pizza any time I want. William’s summer job money will be running out soon, and he will be on a strict school budget come next week. And I’ve warned him that either he packs stuff from home . . . or he will be scrounging at garage sales and Goodwill for the stuff he forgot. He is a man of few needs, so I’m sure all will work out. My urge to “mom him” is very hard to suppress, so I’m grateful to be back at work when else wise I might be sorting through extra boxes of dishes and pots and pans to see what he needs. Our renters at our house near ASU left EVERYTHING, so we own all one would need to furnish a kitchen.
Hubby and I are sad to have William leave. I’ve never been good at transitions. While my heart knows it’s time to move forward, my body seems to fight me all the way. I find myself feeling awkward and in the way. Words are hard (anyone who has ever met me is frowning at this because I am typically very verbose). I am clumsy. On the second day of school I was wearing my skirt inside out—luckily Hubby noticed the tag hanging out before I left the house. Another day I had a pimple coming up on my nose (SO not fair in my fifties!), and another day I spilled my entire cup of coffee into my purse on the drive to school. I thought the large, squat cup was secured between my purse and lunchbox but when I turned a corner it dumped (nothing was ruined). Yesterday I washed William’s new bed sheets with a few eye glass cloths from my purse, and some gum was apparently caught on one, so his new sheets ended up with gum on the hem. GOOD GRIEF.
But all in all, I think we’re doing okay. Sometimes change hurts, but in this month of August in the year of 2017, I feel like the pain is worth the eventual progress. I believe my family of five is all moving forward in great ways, even though we’re not getting enough sleep, we’re feeling anxious, and we’re feeling a bit clumsy. August is a month of great change for many of us with school starting, kids going off to college, and recently, huge political unrest that makes all of us feel uneasy. Take care of yourselves. Listen to that inner voice. I listened to mine tonight which said stay home and make Chicken Makhani and watch terrible Marvel shows with your youngest son and your husband.