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.
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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?
ReplyDeleteI 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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