Bittersweet

My daughter is moving out this month. I am going to miss her, but it is a good thing. She is moving 2 hours away into a really nice little house, recently built.

I have mixed feelings. I really miss her when she is gone, but I know that it is good for her. My son claims his space from what she leaves, and I think it is a sign for him that he's growing up.

But I feel sad.

I'm kind of stuck in this holding pattern--like she is moving on with her life and the rest of us are stuck here trying to work our lives out. My husband is still working reduced hours. My mom is depressed and taking it out on the rest of us. I feel like hiding in my room most of the time, but I know I can't because I need to be an example for my son.

Sigh...

I'm sorry! We're having one of those days here...