If you recall my first nesting post and the amount of stuff I bought to quell my growing anxiety about my daughter leaving, this post will not come as a shock to you.
Since I dropped her off, I’ve thought of many things she needs. Lightbulbs, a boot tray, a door stop, handsoap, baskets for her kitchen supplies, etc. etc. etc. You name it, I’ve thought of it.
Tonight my daughter texted me…
DD: “Hahaha so embarrassing!”
Me: “What is?”
DD: “Getting packages”
DD: “Haha I just picked up two packages, and the guy at the front desk was like, ‘Oh you’re Alex! I’ve always wanted to meet you. You get so many things.”
Me: “OMG. So sorry. Just tell him your mom has trouble coping with you gone and this is how she deals!”
DD: “I did, and he said, ‘Well your mom must miss you a lot. You’re the talk of the front desk!’ LOL”
Yeah so that’s how my week is going.