My youngest is back at school.
Life must resume.
Click on autopilot and keep busy.
Wait to hear from him.
Walk around with your phone waiting for the three dots to appear in answer to a text.
Food shopping becomes an awful experience when you don't have many to cook for.
(My husband travels. Alot.)
Clean out every pantry.
Organize until you can't anymore.
Wash all the curtains in the house.
Get his room ready. (As if he were coming home the same night)
I know I'm so pathetic.
Smell his clothes. (Did I say that? Sorry, I meant his sheets. Wait, no, I don't do that. I wash them. Don't know why I said that.)
Make countless trips to the parcel place. Send him his favorite teriyaki sauce and snacks as if he can't find it there.)
Imagine the worst.
Hope for the best.
Mom switch doesn't turn off even if they are ten hours away.
Clean out your closet. Again.
Here's to all the mom's crying in their son's beds. Sending you strength and positive energy. Be strong. You are not alone.