Day 1 sans Nic: Tired!

Did NOT sleep well last night.

Partly due to the excitement of the day – partly due to the Plane Stalker Tracker website that I kept refreshing into the wee hours of the morning.


I watched a little picture of the plane my son was on traverse across the States and noted the altitude, speed and duration of his flight.

When I did sleep, my dreams were riddled with nightmares.  Robberies, guns … probably due to the fact that there were several noises during the night that woke me and Butters up.

I have to admit, when she barked in the night, I startled.  I usually don’t startle. 

I am the one that checks out the ‘bumps in the night’.  I’ll just walk right outside stupidly bravely and see what the hell is going on.

I guess subconsciously, knowing no one is home to report my murder got to me. 

Let’s face it – the dog is useless.  For all her barking at everything that passes the house (cars, cats, rabbits, lizards, bicyclists, joggers, ants …) she has no bite. 

Do I really expect THIS to be my guard dog?


I also kept swiping at my ipad during my waking moments as I now have two men that I adore (and was hoping to hear from), on a continent and time zone that is not mine.


This morning I faked ‘awake’ as best as I could and caught up on the work I missed yesterday. 

Then spoke with my friend in the UK who was going to see my son and mom.  l told him, “I want proof of life!”  I begged for a picture – and I got one. 

Here’s Nic in England proudly wearing an England Football shirt given to him by my friend Rory. (He’s the one in the photo that doesn’t look like he was just on a 10 hour plane ride.)


I was content then.  My ‘baby’ was safe. 

I delved back into work.

Then it happened.

For the first time ever.

During a thrilling power point presentation on the Home Equity Conversion Mortgage process.  I nodded off.

Upright, in my chair.


I startled awake and finished the presentation.

My boss:  “You struggling over there?”

Me: “Yeah … oh my god, is it only 3 o’clock??”

My boss: “Yup.”

I decided the only thing to do was to stumble over to the gas station across the street and get some coffee.

And a hot dog.

Because I’m still comfort eating.  Besides, I planned to immediately become intimate with the couch when I got home, and knew I wouldn’t have dinner. 

I make great excuses for eating crap. 

There was a little post-it note on my calendar in my bosses handwriting that he ninja-like managed to sneak there without me noticing.

“That isn’t just coffee”

I was a little punchy after my nap, so I just eye balled him as I bit into my hot dog.

Home now. 

And the couch is waiting. 

So the word for day one is: TIRED! 

I haven’t reached ‘lonely’ status yet – so the dog is safe from conversation and pestering. 

But I’m sure when I do, it will go like this:


About debaucherysoup

I've traveled 4 continents, affording me experiences and adventures to last a lifetime. Most important was the exposure to other cultures, beliefs and lifestyles. I'm also mom to one of the most amazing human beings I know.

Posted on July 25, 2013, in Humor, Motherhood, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. You should be thrilled. You have the place all to yourself. Have fun. Do things for you. Relax. Enjoy the quiet. Get some sleep.

    • Too tired for thrilled yet … I’ll do thrilled this weekend, then I’ll be over it. Much like everytime he goes away. I make all these plans “I’ll watch movies! And eat dessert for dinner!” Then I miss him. lol

      • I know, but he’s 18. He’s not a kiddo anymore. You have to get used to the idea of his leaving the nest.

      • Perhaps my posts aren’t translating well. I know he’s not a kiddo – but I will always worry about him, I’m his mom. I was excited for him, not sad. And I happen to like his company around the house – he’s a great young man. When you spend 18 years with someone, it’s a little odd not having them around. lol. I will be fine when he leaves the nest. I am used to the idea. 🙂 But, I will document his journey and mine.

      • I spent 18 years with someone and then she left me for another man… 😦

      • Well, if Nic leaves me for another man, I might be little bitter.

        The great thing about my son is – I really like him. 🙂 And he makes me laugh out loud.

        I will be exploring ‘me’ things in his absence. Don’t worry. I shall not become a pitiful cat lady. But of course I will miss him. Can’t wait to share his trip with everyone – if he ever gets to WiFi.

  2. ‘Member when you lived two minutes away? Yeah, that was cool xox

  3. This so takes me back to when my son graduated. He was not allowed to bring anything personal from home to go into the Navy, so of course no cell phone. The only thing I could do to feel closer to him, was to watch the weather channel to see what the weather conditions were in Chicago!! Kind of silly I guess, but it was a tiny connection. You miss him, you just miss him.

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