Right now I am sitting on the couch bawling my eyes out.
On the cusp of needing a IV, Boo wandering past giving me the side eye at the snot pooling on my upper lip and the hiccuping protests that I am, in fact, FINE.
I fucking wish, Bethenny, I fucking WISH.
You see, my eldest Damn Emo was here for a mere 24 hours and has just left again.
Back to Sydney.
Fucking Sydney. I HATE you, Sydney. Why are you so fucking far away, Sydney?
I haven’t seen her since Christmas.
And fuck knows when I will see her again.
Sure, I speak to her all the time and I can stalk her arse on social media but IT IS SO NOT THE SAME!
*flings self on the fainting couch and sobs manically again*
They never prepare you for this in the parenting books, when your baby moves away. Like far, away…
Like, not around for birthdays and just random family get-togethers and spa-days and the normal shit that we are SUPPOSED TO BE DOING OMG now that we are over the hell years that were the toddler/teen years. Fuck.
You know, when they become human beings and you actually want to spend time with them and are not praying for nap/wine time. Alone.
Logistically, with Boo, it is a nightmare to even contemplate visiting them.
So I will just have to be content with text messages, Facetime and the faint memory of that last warm hug until she can visit again or the stars align and we can go there.
Fuck man, kids growing up sucks sometimes.
Tell me a joke, a story, SOMETHING TO CHEER ME THE FUCK UP PLEASE! OMG THE SKY IS FALLING!
P.S. Boo is playing ‘My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean’ by the Beatles on loop and I may have to slap him around the head. OMG SERIOUSLY? Jesus Christ on an aeroplane flying to fucking Sydney.