This 'n That

My husband just finished painting our bedroom.  Our furniture is all askew and tonight he and I will be sleeping on couches for the third night.  My son worked on his science project tonight.  I hate science projects.  This one isn't even difficult.  Just a big pain in the butt.  It is really cold outside and will be below zero tomorrow morning. Well, I guess we all knew it was going to come.  It is Minnesota.  Still not really any snow though.  I'd been missing our old home and friends lately, and then a conversation came to light that sort of brought up some of those feelings we experienced during the whole job situation.  It made me sort of glad to have moved on.  Not from our friends though. I still miss them.  It's just that sometimes the whole being new thing gets to me a little.  Being new again.  I would love to just fast forward a bit to the point of having a history here.   I can't say that I've felt lonely though.  That's the benefit of having moved closer to family.  I certainly feel like I have some grounding here.  I did not feel like that when we moved to Albert Lea.  There I did feel loneliness.  So we do have some grounding, but I still feel kind of floaty.  Sort of like a helium balloon that's attached to the ground.  I turned 38 last weekend.  Yuck.  Emma keeps coming home with various pieces of outer wear missing.  Like one time she couldn't find her pink gloves.  I bought new purple mittens.  Then she found her pink gloves---in her backpack.  Then she came home from school another time without her snowpants, boots, or any gloves at all.  After I checked her locker at school, she was once again adequately dressed for winter.  Currently we are missing one purple mitten.  Allergy stuff has been both irritating me and freaking me out at the same time.  I usually start feeling down about it when I'm in the process of renewing his epipens.  This time instead of just feeling a little bit frustrated and bummed about the whole this-is-life-long-and-he'll-never-get-a-break-from-it allergy, I'm adding just a little bit of freaking out.  Like, I gotta say, I'm a little concerned about the trip to Boston in March.  And for some reason lately I've been totally projecting into the future and getting freaked out about college.  And sending him off to a school.  Worrying about cafeterias and eating out and him having to cook for himself.  I mean he can't live on poptarts and microwaveable mashed potatoes.  And I think part of it is that while he's a kid, I can take care of this for him.  But when he grows up he's going to have to take care of it himself.  And that just kind of sucks for him.  He'll never get a break from it.  When he's not with me, I won't have to read labels and ask questions.  But he will.  He always will.  And I hate that for him.  I know college is a long way away.  (A measly 7 years)  And I know there will be lots of growing up and learning experiences too.  We'll get through it.  But it still irritates me and freaks me out a little sometimes.  I made chocolate chip cookies today and ate more of them than I should.  That is why I don't make them very often.  A little bit of this and a little bit of that.