Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Hand Me a Tissue, Tito

We have returned from installing Duke 1 into his new surroundings.

The kids on his floor all seem very nice - at first glance, not a one looks like a crack dealer or a closet alcoholic. This bodes well. It also bodes well that The Baron and I cut and run before any pandemonium began - if I can't see it, it doesn't exist, right?

So.

The Baroness needs a day.

To collect herself, rehydrate, and figure out where I can possibly bury the 400 kilometer length of umbilical cord that just got severed.

Stay tuned tomorrow for Part 1 of "Lessons from the Louvre"!

11 comments:

{i}Post said...

And so it begins...parenting from outside the nest. i am glad i have you to look up to for when my time comes. *sniff*

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Countess iPost: You're of course assuming that I won't be completely rendered vegetative in another 2 years when I have to do this all over again. I thank you for your belief in me.

I am extremely fortunate in that 2 of my closest friends have been through this a total of 5 times. I'm in good hands, and they strangely don't mind the whining or tears. Such loves.

Candy said...

You know I'm here for you, dear. I brought mine home for Labor Day weekend, and we essentially went through the whole process of tears and endless emails saying she was homesick all over again. They really need to go to school and stay there for a month.

Good luck! It'll get easier for you, I promise.

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Countess Candy: Oh, hon, thank you for that! You are a real comfort.

They said at the Parent Orientation that things would basically suck for all involved until Thanksgiving (up here it's in October).

So, like a prisoner in solitary, I'm carving "X"'s into the wall to count the days until life settles down.

RiverPoet said...

((((GREAT BIG GIANT HUGS))))

Before you know it, you'll be redecorating his room...

Peace - D

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Countess D: I'm thinking if I use a pinkish flower motif, with lots of kitten knickknacks and throw pillows, it might dissuade him from moving back home. ;)

Thanks for the hugs - they mean a lot from one whose walked that walk.

Mental P Mama said...

Since I get to do this with my only TWO precious royal dumplings next year, I am crying in anticipation. I think you are being very brave and stoic. But I would expect nothing less...;)

tysdaddy said...

Hang in there, m'dear. He will survive, and so will you.

And your captions on the paintings? Nice laughs for a dreary Wednesday morning . . .

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Countess MPM: What's that phrase about building a house on a foundation of sand? Maybe by next summer I'll be a little stronger, but as of today, the only thing I'm good for is passing the kleenex box and emptying out the trashcan.

For some reason, I thought that I saw prom pictures of your dumplings and thought they were off this year. I forgot that y'all down south are far better organized than us, and check things out a year in advance.

Count Cheeky: I know, I know. He's been texting his younger brother (who thankfully gives us updates) about all the fun he's having - it's the parents who get the "what do I do?" messages.

Thanks for joining the tour group. Maybe I should be rethinking my future career...

Not Afraid to Use It said...

Oh! That umbilical cord sentence was so sad!!! LittleMan starts preschool next week, and I will be feeling very similar. Not the same as what you had to go through, but near enough for me.

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Countess NATUI: There is no sense of competition here - we're all on the same Mom team. One heartfelt goodbye is no different than another.

Let me be the cautionary tale - hug - and hug hard - but don't cling.

It's unbecoming all around, and does no one any favours in the long run.

 
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