Thursday, August 20, 2015

Just waved my son off on his way to the airport. Drowning my feelings in Hula Hoops. The snack kind, not the exercisey ring kind.

I'm trying not to think about plane  crashes and losing the child I love so intensely, or having to somehow go save him out there in the case of some other terrible accident.

Why does my brain do that? Why? I know he will swim in the pool and play and have fun and some neuro-normal time away from his sister that he richly deserves. It's all good. The sun is shining, I'm not in work. I do not need to eat another packet of Hula Hoops. 


Ms. Moon said...

Please describe what Hula Hoops are. We don't have them.
Yes. Your son will be fine and happy but you have a mother brain. You can't help it.

Jennifer said...

I'm also curious about Hula Hoops. I'm picturing a bowl of Froot Loops.

Your boy will be fine. Everyone deserves the occasional break from everyday life. Try to relax and take it easy. ♡♡♡

Mwa said...

I was addicted to Hula Hoops in the UK. Yum.
Ms Moon - they are lovely crisps that are too addictive!