I’m going to live. I started breathing on my own this afternoon – well, not exactly on my own. There was a heavy dose of decongestant involved, but they worked.
Boy did they!
I realized I must be feeling better because I had a sudden urge to clean out the pantry.
Oh, boy.
To be honest, I only got about half way through the project before I realized it would be a two day effort. I know. That’s really sad to think a pantry had so many years of accumulation that it’s going to take two days, but you know how it is. You find a part to something that you remember seeing in the cabinet last week, and then you dig around for that and realize you might as well clean that cabinet, too, and then you start to get the stacks together for Goodwill and make a couple of trips to the garage…
And then you find the Easy Bake Oven.
It’s tough to put into words, but this transition still knocks me flat on my back some days. At times you’re threatening to help her move out AS SOON AS POSSIBLE and then ten minutes later your clutching the stupid Easy Bake Oven to your chest with tears in your eyes as though it will magically make her 10 years old again.
Nuts. Just nuts.
Been there! Hold on for her wedding day.