Not-so-empty Nest

After a meeting at school and lunch with my two favorite work men (not workmen but men I work with...I didn't want to say "men at work" because then songs will get stuck in my head, you know, just to clarify) I went to pick up my own incoming freshman. He's spending some time at my house and it's long overdue since we've only seen each other a couple of times while adhering to social distancing guidelines. I haven't had him in my house, eating my food, invading my hula hoop since the beginning of January, aka the beginning of the end.

Side note: Remember that movie, "This is the End" with a shit ton of well-known actors in it? I went to see it with my best movie date, Michelle, on the recommendation of a friend of mine and, after we left, Michelle said Chris was never allowed to have input on our movie dates again. Sorry, Cree Cree! For real, though, I tried to get that movie. I tried to like it. I didn't get it. If there was cinematic brilliance there then I totally missed the boat on that one...or I wasn't drinking enough. That might have also been true. 

But I digress.

Anyway, I picked B up and we came back to my house and he got himself situated while we discussed the grocery list that I failed to buy because I didn't feel like it at the time. It happens. I set up a mobile order for pickup but, as it often happens, I looked at my list and realized there were only 15 things on it so I decided just to go and do it myself. We were just kind of hanging out waiting for my college kid (so weird to say that) to get off work and come over so when B said he wanted to work on homework I said I'd go to the store. Upon my return I discovered B was not, in fact, doing homework for a summer class, but instead playing Xbox.

Shocking.

N arrived in a cranky mood because he was exhausted so we had a rough and rocky start to our time together. He'll only be around for a couple of days because he's working a fair amount this week but it's a bummer that he started off the short amount of time together by being asleep by 7:15. I hope tomorrow is better. I hope we have a good time together. I hope we can channel how it used to be and not how it's become.

Oh, how I miss those days.

I miss the jokes and the laughter and the boy ridiculousness. I miss the innocence and the love and the fierce loyalty. There's so much hurt and hatred and indifference these days. It's hard to be both hateful and indifferent at the same time but it's happening. It's weird.

Lots of things are weird. My head is full of so many things that keep bouncing around but, no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get them out in a way that makes sense. Or maybe I can and I just don't want to...I mean, I do...but I don't.

How's that for cryptic?

Aubs