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One Month

One month ago today, he moved out.

And we are surviving. Bubba started the Bannan Splits Club at school yesterday, The Big One is meeting with his guidance counselor once a week, and I'm holding myself together somehow.

I've cooked dinner more in the last month than the last 14 years. And I'm proud to say, we haven't had pizza once! I did resort to McDonald's one night for the boys, but only because I had to mow the lawn, and had a limited window of daylight. But other than that, we've been eating very nutritious dinners. The boys haven't complained about my cooking either. We've also been doing a big breakfast on Sunday mornings. But, I am running out of quick, not expensive, ideas. The fact that the oven is on the fritz limits me a lot. So, send me your crock-pot, microwave, toaster oven, stove top, or grilled recipes!

There have been a total of four nights that I've been completely kidless in the last month. Bubba has been away more nights than that, but The Big One is usually with me. I don't like being in the house all by myself. It's weird.

My running has not happened as often as I want, but I'm fitting it in when I can.

The TV viewing in the house has gone down drastically. Lots more book reading, and just hanging out.

So, we've survived a month of this. I know now that I can do it. I'm stronger than I thought. And my boys are wonderful. They have their moments when I want to lock them in their rooms, or send them to visit daddy for a while, but I couldn't have made it a month without them. Or my awesome friends.
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