Getting back to our routines

As you might have noticed, I haven’t done much blogging in the past few weeks. More specifically, I haven’t done much blogging since Mr. A came home for winter break. It’s not that I’ve been too busy to blog… blogging just hasn’t been a priority.

Our winter break was very low-key. In fact, we really didn’t do anything blog-worthy. We just enjoyed being together. We enjoyed being our little family.

Yesterday G-Man went back to school and my Sweetie & I headed back to work. However, we seem to be stumbling through our routines this week because we’re still in a slight state of limbo with the “extra” person in the house.

Friday morning I know I’ll have tears in my eyes when I kiss eldest son good-bye and my Sweetie takes him to the airport. I know this because I may have already cried regarding the subject.

I also know that Mr. A is antsy to get back to the Academy, his routine, his shipmates, and to start a fresh new semester of classes.

I’m also a little antsy for him to get back to USNA.

Didn’t see that one coming, did you?

But it’s true. I see the eagerness in my son’s face. I hear the excitement in his voice. I’ve noticed how he refers to Bancroft Hall as “home” and no, it doesn’t hurt my feelings because somehow I understand.

I will also be glad to get back to our little family of three. I’m just as proud of us for making the adjustment to the PLRH 3 as I am of Mr. A making the adjustment to Academy life.

Yes, I will miss my son. I know what that feels like. But any tears I have are greatly overshadowed by the knowledge that he is where he belongs. He has chosen his path and it’s the one for him.