So Predictable
We put the H.A. on the bus for first-time-ever summer camp on Sunday afternoon. Well, we drove him there. Then stood in the parking lot while he loaded his own luggage, checked in with the staff member at the door, gave us a wave, and hopped screaming onto the bus with his three buddies, without looking back.
I feel like I'm still standing in the parking lot, metaphorically. And probably will be, for the next 15 years or so. *sigh* And so it goes. You'd think it wouldn't be so hard, since I only get him every other week. But it is--because this week? He's facing something new without me. And I can't even call to see how he's doing.
I'm sure he'll do fine. I, however, am more than a little basket-case-ey.
I feel like I'm still standing in the parking lot, metaphorically. And probably will be, for the next 15 years or so. *sigh* And so it goes. You'd think it wouldn't be so hard, since I only get him every other week. But it is--because this week? He's facing something new without me. And I can't even call to see how he's doing.
I'm sure he'll do fine. I, however, am more than a little basket-case-ey.