Sunday will mark one week since my son moved to his dad and step mom’s house. The first couple days were awful. I cried so much my eyes hurt. I’m doing better now. Not great but definitely better. I’m not sure I’ll ever be ‘great’ when it comes to him not being with me 24/7 anymore.
I’ve been taking a ton of me time. I even almost started feeling guilty about it. But that only lasted a couple minutes! I don’t have a reason to feel guilty. I’m self-employed and control when I work, my son isn’t here, I don’t have a husband (or boyfriend)…so there’s absolutely NO reason for me to not be spending a ton of time focusing on me and things I want to do.
I’ve been doing a ton of things:
- playing softball
- riding my new (well new to me) mountain bike
- trying out Zumba
- …whatever my heart fancies!
For several days I wanted to be alone and not around anyone. I needed the time to adjust, ‘mourn’ and just let me feel the things I was feeling. But, I’m a social person and I tend to sink into depression if I’m not spending time doing exactly that – socializing. So, slowly but surely I’m starting to hang out with friends more.
I’ve talked to my kiddo a few times and he’s doing great. He started summer school this past Monday and get this…he actually likes it! He said it’s fun, the kids are great and he likes it! And of course he loves being with his baby brother all the time now too. So, knowing he’s doing so well and liking it so much helps ease my ‘pain’ a little bit.
I’ll get through it…one day at a time, one minute at a time or one second at a time. Whatever it takes, I’ll get through it