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[redhedlvr2]

My last chick-a-dee has left the nest.  I tell myself it's a natural progression  in life and that she needs to spread her wings and do for herself.  She's only 20 minutes away.  But she's my baby.  I can't even bring myself to look in her room.  How on earth do single parents survive empty nest syndrome? 

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[laylee.livejournal.com]

*hugs you*

[redhedlvr.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the hug.

Now after a teary weekend, I have realized that not only can I have a WHOLE ROOM dedicated to sewing, knitting and other stuff I like, but get the game room too. Maybe I'll put some cushy chairs and a good reading lamp in there and make it a library. I've certainly got the stuff for the shelves.

See, I'm surviving.

[dawnchsr.livejournal.com]

It will get better- I know it doesn't seem like that for the moment. But it will, honest. **hugs**

[redhedlvr.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the hug. Saturday was the worst because it was when everything was happening. Yesterday I worked on a really complicated (for me) sock pattern and that kept my mind occupied. Today I'm plotting how to convert her room and the "game" room into a sewing room and library.

She called me this morning after she got off work to ask if she could take some of the goodies I buy only for her. You know, anti-dieting goodies I'm not supposed to have. And we talked so there's no hard feelings.

See, life does go on.