Originally Posted by virgwid

My only child, my sweet little baby, just moved into his dorm today. I helped him move, helped him unpack a little, even made his bed, then he very politely kicks me out when I talk about rearranging furniture.

I have been looking forward to this day for a long time. When he was three he was diagnosed with something that was supposed to keep him institutionalized when he got older. Showed those idiots how much they know! Honors student in Honors dorm, with Honors scholarships.

Anyways, now its just me and my mother. We don't seem to get along much these days, but as she has not been on my side of the house for years, we may survive being alone together! :roll:

I thought I would be so excited for him, and I am, but I didn't realize it would be this hard on me. I've just been sitting here trying not to cry. Finally downloaded a really sad romance novel from my library, and had a great excuse to cry for a couple hours. Ok, now what? I was also excited as I could now quilt in the middle of the night (when I am always awake - work nights) and not disturb his sleep. Maybe I'll want to tonight. Right now you couldn't get me out of this bed and into my quilting room (dining room) at gunpoint.

Sheesh!! I am not normally depressed and whiny, but I sure am now. For those of you who have been there/done that and have the tshirt, what got you out of the big blue funk???? Virg