My Gratitude Journal

These are a few of my favorite things

1. The name says it all. Pan Dulce. Sweet Bread. It’s sweet. It’s bread. My ultimate favorite thing this week. I cannot stop. Must have.

2. Playing with Dusty the Crophopper. Well, not me, Joshua. My favorite thing lately is watching him play with Dusty. He loves that plane. Best investment I ever made. He throws it like mad and it never breaks. It flies, it glides. So fun! He also has a book about Dusty that we like to read. Also another little plane he likes to hold. Whatever happened to sharks?


3. So, here’s another one of my favorite things. While Joshua is gliding and throwing Dusty around, he likes for me to pretend that I am King Kong. Okay, this was really my idea. Here’s how it works: I sit on a chair in the garage. All the boxes surrounding us are buildings. He flies that plane near me (more like throws and I pray that he doesn’t shoot my eye out) and I have to swipe at it like I’m King Kong. I put my Hulk Hands on so that I look like King Kong. I growl like I’m King Kong. I get mad like King Kong. So cathartic.

In case you’re wondering, these are Hulk Hands:


They’re HUGE!

4. Another one of my favorite things is tending to my succulents. They’re just so pretty. It’s very relaxing. I don’t have a green thumb and I’m a plant killer but while I’m tending to them, I like to pretend that I know what I am doing. I even have garden gloves.


5. Nothing new, but always my favorite thing is the texting madness that goes on between Sabrina and myself. Here is a screenshot from the time we dropped her off at college. They are texts from when I picked her up in the morning from her dorm so that we can have breakfast. Also, letting her know that we got home safely. And lastly, the moment that it finally hit me that she wasn’t home and that she wasn’t coming home for dinner, ever… at least not until November.


6. Taking pictures of flowers especially in my backyard.


7. Last but not least, my new favorite thing: Strawberry bubble gum filled lollipops. Need I say more? Okay, I will.  They are so delicious. My favorite part is when I get to the middle, the bubble gum. It’s like a tootsie roll lollipop. Cracking your teeth into the lollipop so you taste the strawberry candy AND the bubble gum at the same time… YUM!!!


I simply remember my favorite things and then I don’t feel so bad.

My Gratitude Journal

Empty Nest Syndrome

Empty Nest Syndrome.

This is what it feels like:

Like something is missing.

You wake up and the first thing you want to do is go to her room and check on her, but then you remember that she is not there… you look in there anyway and there is a made up bed…

She calls you in the morning. You are so happy to hear from her! She tells you how things are going. She says that a lot of the kids on her floor are homesick and really miss their moms and dads. They are even crying and don’t want to go out. Your heart breaks. You ask her- how about her? Is she okay? She says she knows she has to be there and doesn’t get to go home until November so she is “living in the present ” and trying not to think about it.

You go about your day and it’s 3:00. You’re about to give her a call or text her but then you realize, she’s not in high school anymore, she’s in college… She’s not on her way home from school. She’s on her college campus or in her college dorm room. You check her class schedule on your phone because she text it to you. Oh, she’s in Spanish class. You read her old texts, because you miss her. You look at your camera roll, because you miss her. You text her again, because you miss her. She texts you back right away… She misses you too…You feel like a Stalker Mom…

You’re home now, it’s dinner time. You’re about to call her from her room to ask her what she wants for dinner, but then you remember she’s not there. She’s not home. She’s not coming home for dinner.  Not until November. You wonder what she is eating from the campus and how her meal card is working for her.

You get a text from her… hi… what are you doing? The texting madness begins….

It’s almost time for bed… The phone rings, it’s her. Goodnight… I love you…

So this is Empty Nest Syndrome, 2013 style

Dorm room living.