Mr 19 year old has been dropped off at the airport and is on his way back to Columbus, OH. Gosh I just have to say I am so sad. I know I will get over it quickly (probably with help from a visit to the yarn store), but it is just so hard to see him go. He was home for 8 whole days! And of those days he was actually at home a lot, another respiratory illness has side tracked him, again. I am so grateful he was home when it reared its ugly head, at least this time we could get it treated the right way from a Doctor who has known him forever. This stinking cough of his has been present since September, it gets worse, he gets antibiotics, it settles down but never goes away. Then it acts back up again. He is now on three medications, and a new inhaler. No wonder swimming has been rather difficult, it is hard to swim when working with only 75% lung capacity. Now if I can trust him to finish off all his meds like he is supposed to, he isn't that great with follow through.
So while I am so glad he was home, I am feeling a bit sorry for myself, sounds ridiculous I know. I just have to remember the love I was able to give him, and remember how he never picks up a thing and puts it away. I have to remember dirty dishes next to the dishwasher, but not placed in the dishwasher. I have to remember wet towels on the floor, maybe I should be glad he is on his way to his messy dorm room!
I haven't posted since Christmas, I have been a bit lax. Working, and of course non stop appointments for Mr 19 year old and his slightly faulty lungs have kept me busy. It looks like everyone had a lovely, relaxing Holiday, we sure did. My Dad came for dinner, we visited the nursing home where my Mom is, boy she was having a very difficult and confusing day on Christmas. It is difficult to see her like this, and sad for my boys to witness of course. We opened up presents and had a nice time just relaxing. My husband and I do not exchange presents, especially this year when we are trying to be more careful with our finances. But Max gives presents every year and he out did himself this year. He apparently went yarn shopping. How he snuck out of the house I will never know, maybe he just ordered online, only Max knows the truth.
He picked out 460 yards of beautiful sock yarn in four different colorways. Bless him for knowing that his Mom would like yarn. The only issue is I have sworn off making socks for the rest of my life! I know I am being a bit dramatic, but socks are not my thing. I have been checking out other patterns that use sock yarn, mostly shawls or scarves. Do you have any other ideas?