Been a lot on my mind lately. Feel the need to write... just not writing what I should be writing.
David had a great visit with his dad and brother. It makes me sad that the time has come for all of us to start going our separate ways. David just started his last semester of high school. He graduates in May and will be moving on to Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff. I am so very proud of him, but the idea of not seeing him every day is hard. I love my kids. It's been hard enough not having Alex here with me anymore. I miss him very much.
Steve tells me that the empty nest thing is a good thing... but i'm not feeling like that yet. I know it will be.... But I have spent so much of my life caring for these boys.... I know that they will always need me, even when they don't want to need me. But I'm just not ready for David to be gone yet.
and then Steve talks about how he's all about making sure other people have a chance at success. Yet, I have found that this is only towards coworkers.... my children don't fit into the desire of success. And that makes me sad and angry too. I know he is not their father, but I was kinda hoping he'd take a small part of the job a little more to heart.
I'm thinking of selling my pugs. Which breaks my heart. They are my babies. But it is just too much. Ariel tries to attack Bambie which doesn't end well for Ariel. Sanders and Prospero get picked on all the time by all the dogs. So I am going to get Ariel spayed and then find a home for her and Hamlet. And then find a home for Pros and Sanders.
and myboss is moving to Switzerland. And that makes me happy for him, but sad for me. I'm not sure where this is going to take me. Technically he will still be my boss. And I dotted line report to 3 other people. I just don't get a good feeling about where I'll be in a few months. Not unelss Theo can work some magic and get me moved into an SAP security role. Application security is what I want to do. And I can do that from anywhere.
Just a lot to take in at one time.
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