Monday, April 23, 2012

The Wait

Every night that my son has to work, I sit and wait for him to get home.  I can't sleep.  I can't relax.  I can't stand when he's even two minutes past the time I expect him to be home.  So that's what I'm doing.  Sitting here.  Waiting.  And hoping he gets here no later than the expected 9:30 arrival time.  *sigh*

And so I wait.  With Marissa.  Who doesn't seem to have any of the impatience that I'm experiencing.

2 comments:

  1. It's so hard. Been there... done that... still do that and kids are out of the house! I often wonder if our parents worried as much as we do? What do you think?

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  2. I know my parents are worriers--mostly my mom... She still worries, as do I--I don't think it'll ever stop! Maybe dim just a bit, but the light's always on... =)

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