Today is one of my grumpy days. I have days like this. More often than not they start with a really bad nights sleep. Couple that with higher than average joint aches (another storm is coming and my joints always hurt worse during bad weather) and the fact that my stomach has been upset since I ate yogurt at 2pm and a cranky teenage kid and I'm not to happy about my life right about now.
Of course seeing my therapist today probably has something to do with it also. I'm pretty much stuffing my emotions regarding my new diagnosis. I'm trying not to think about it too much. I don't like this one because it can't be fixed.
Then there is the multifaceted problem of my kid moving out. He will either be going to boot camp in June or away to college in September. Either way he is moving out. This will have huge ramifications on my relationship with my husband.
My son, while cantankerous, helps out around the house and in a total role reversal has become my taxi driver. He takes me to all my appointments. Asking my husband to drive me anywhere is one of his hissy fit triggers. I usually save this favor for the trips into Boston since I figure my kid will get lost trying to find his way around or get hit or both. Boston is brutal to drive around.
However, my asking hubby for a ride usually triggers a rant that goes on for at least 15 minutes. He also can't hear anything I say after the rant starts. I've proved this. I got a date wrong and corrected myself but he was too busy being angry to hear the correction. So I'm going to miss my kid.
It isn't just the rides and the housework though we have become closer since I've been stuck at home. He isn't the most verbose kid to start with so he is really difficult to get to know. The mere fact that we are bumping around the house together has made us interact more often and we seem to like each other's company even if we don't talk that much. I like having him around and I am going to miss him tremendously when he leaves.
So I'm sad today and a bit weepy and sore and have an icky tummy and cranky myself. And I've eaten my way through quite a bit of ice cream. But, as my mother says "This too shall pass."