Empty Nest Syndrome

So, my final chick is flying the nest. How do I feel? Gutted, devastated...old? I have no idea how I feel to be honest. I feel numb. Maybe. Life is cruel. I know evolution has to progress but my babies are mine Mother Nature! And I need to keep them! I know I should be ecstatic. And I am! Really, I am. As an emotional person, this seems to be a bigger issue to me than to #1 daughter. She has bought a 3 bedroom house with her partner. And is getting on in life as I did when my mother didn't like it. I know! Fantastic! You can talk to me 'till I'm blue in the face. But the difference is, she's my baby! I'm so happy for them both and I really do wish them all the luck in the world. But. She's my daughter and I brought her up to be the person she is. So why is someone else taking over my role? I like to think it's because of the way I brought her up. She's a credit to me. (and he's not getting her!) In all honesty......#1 daughter & #1 son in law.....I wish you all the luck in the world!! And if I could do it all again, I wouldn't change a thing.

Laters x

Stalkers!

So, I'm finally going to meet my stalker. Wooo!
Strange reaction you may think? Well,no.Not really. If you know the story.

a long time ago, way out in the woods.....I jest!

A long time ago, I was a very lonely person. So, I joined this chat room.
I know chat rooms have a name for themselves, sheesh, I banned my then, teen daughter from entering them! But I was a hypocrite. Or maybe just curious as to what they were about. So I joined one. Maybe it was sheer luck or maybe by some chance, I knew what I was doing. (I'd go with the luck thing). Anyway, the room I joined were so friendly. I 'met' and kept in touch with one or two people. One person was the trans gender, pre op Jess. Whom I met in real life. She was an amazing woman and such an inspiration. The other was 'Tink' From Wales. Mine and Tink's friendship developed and we realised we had lots in common. So we became Facebook friends. Not the type to mail each other every day, but, she was there. Just like I was there. So much so that when I started this blog, she was my only follower...hence the stalker tag. I'm finally going to meet my stalker on Wednesday...and I can't wait!
I'd keep you posted....but you'll be there!
Laters. x

Babies, babies, babies!

Time for a quick update methinks. Well, daughter #2 had her baby. We all thought she was going to be in the Guinness Book of Records for being pregnant for 5 years but no! After 45 hours of labour and a caesarian section, she finally gave birth. And I was there throughout. What an experience I must say!
Daughter #2 has been in and out of hospital/intensive care more times than I can shake a stick in a lifetime, so I'm quite used to her being in pain. Not that I like it! As any parent with an ill child will tell you, it's soul destroying to watch any child, but particularly your child, in any pain. So by the time she was having contractions, I was emotionally ready to help her through it all. And I did. Until she was rushed to theatre. I tagged along as the birthing partner, to reassure her that everything was fine. I was coping well behind the screen, sitting at her head until I caught sight of the cot. I saw my grandson being resuscitated but as daughter #2 was well behind the screen and zonked out on morphine, she had no clue as to what I was witnessing. Anyway, I was watching with baited breath while trying to keep an expressionless face for my daughter. It was one of the most difficult things I've ever done in my life. And I wish never to repeat it.
Mother and baby are both well and under my wing now. How proud am I? 

Laters. x

Grandmother in Training

Well!. For you people not in the know, I am now a grandmother. I know, I know, I'm way too young Aww shucks, you're too kind etc. But yes, I am a grandmother. My baby...daughter #2 had a baby boy. Yes, I know, she couldn't have an adult boy, all you smart asses! As a granny, I am in my element. I can spoil this child (even more than my own) and not have to deal with the consequences. Does the word 'Karma' not mean 'Grandparent' somewhere in the world? If not, it does in my own wee world. Through all the problems that my daughter has to face, bringing up her son will be the hardest of them all. I take my proverbial hat off to her because it's the toughest job in the world with delayed thanks. The thanks rests in the grandparents heart and only they know it's there.
Laters xx

Vote now!

On a downer tonight. Don't really know why. Could be several things, so let's go through them and see!....

1. Daughter #2 had a false labour last night. Boo. We all want a new baby right?!
2. Daughter #1 really did buy her own house and IS moving out! (Woohoo, no cats)
3. I'll be on my own for the first time in 25 years. Meep!
4. I haven't spoken to my mother in 3 months. But to be fair, she hasn't spoken to me either!
5. My job sucks.
6. I'm on a general downer.
7. All of the above.
Get voting now!

Laters x

True Friends

So, tonight I threw a baby shower for my baby. (baby shower? We're getting so American[ised]) My regular readers will know that I will be a Grandmother in 5 weeks. Hence the shower.
Eight people told me they would be attending for definite. Those 8 people didn't turn up .
So, it was a quiet shower but entertaining, regardless. The people that came made the whole night and just as I was getting my faith back in humanity again...it was shot down in fabulous flames!
For those people that did make it, You are true friends. For the rest of you....sayonara!

Laters x

Getting Old

So. It is my birthday today and the last of my chicklets has gone and grown up and got herself a mortgage. When did she grow up? And more to the point, who gave her permission??
Okay, okay, I feel old. Fine! I'm getting old. When daughter #2 left the nest, I was devastated. I mean overwrought, lost appetite, pull the duvet over the head and never speak to anyone again type devastated. And I was never as close to her as I am to #1 daughter. #1 Daughter and I share everything. And yes, I do mean everything. How can I possibly let someone else take over? I nurtured her. I've seen her bits! (albeit she was months old) But I still know her more than anyone!
Life is cruel that way. We go through all the pain of having kids and raising them just to have someone snatch them away.
In all seriousness, I wish her and her partner (#1 soninlaw?) all the best for their future as they seem to have their heads screwed on the right way. And it also proves I done something right.
Kids eh?! Who'd have 'em?!?!

Laters x