Hubby is at a work show tonight, youngest is working, middle son - well who knows - he's 18 and it's Saturday night, so he's out and my oldest well he moved into his new home today.
Let me just do my happy dance, because some days I thought it would never happen. Not me being alone, but oldest moving back into his own home.
Six months since we packed him and all his stuff up. He went from his own place, to house sharing with two other guys, to the new girlfriends parents place, to a week with us and then several weeks with his dad. Finally back into his own place today. It's a gorgeous little house, light and bright and full of good vibes.
It's been a long and eventful journey for him and I think (I hope) he's learnt some valuable lessons over the last few months.
Maybe now without so much to worry about then I can focus on me again, that and my writing. My website has sat largely untouched for weeks, my latest book is in the final stages and still sits untouched and unloved. My fictional novel sits waiting for me to restart writing.
My co-worker returned to work last Monday, what a joyous day that was. I willingly and gladly handed most of everything back across the desk to her and have never been so happy to do so. Property Management and me - yeah not so fun.
Busy weekends coming up. A friends' birthday next Saturday and family birthday dinner for my grandson next Sunday. The following weekend hubby and I are off to Renmark for my niece and nephews combined birthday party and to see my family. Then the following weekend hubby and I are taking a truck full of steel across to Point Turton where a friend of ours is building a holiday home.
I think after all of that, I might need a holiday. This week, I'm thankful for the following;
- my son's awesome new home
- a night of peace and quiet to just chill and relax
- my gorgeous grandson who turned 2 this week
- my job - because while it drives me crazy, at least I have one
- that I can go to sleep knowing my family is safe, happy and healthy
- a roof over my head and food in my cupboards
- that I can read and write - it keeps me sane