A Wandering Morning

I woke this morning, jumped out of bed, showered, dressed, got myself all ready for the day, came downstairs, ate breakfast, and made a batch of Friendship Bread, cleaned my kitchen, scrubbed my bathrooms, and have done 4 loads of laundry.

Tiny Princess is still down for her morning nap, Captain Chaos is trying to have me tie my Build-A-Bear Princess' shoes, and BB is out at a garage sale dismantling a giant band saw that I didn't want him to buy in the first place...hence the reason for my housecleaning madness.

I still need to bake Brownies, take the bratwurst out of the freezer, finish the laundry, clean the office, dust and vacuum the house, clean up the yard from the dog, and plan a shopping trip with a toddler and a baby...

I received a call on Thursday from one of my oldest and dearest friends in which he told me that he is moving to California. The Professor has been my friend since I came back from the college at which I met FarmWife, and we've been through thick and thin, ups and downs, and any number of escapades together...

While I am excited that he is getting a job doing something that he went to school for, for which he'll be handsomely compensated, and I know that he will be happy, there is something odd about his leaving...He and his girlfriend of 4 years will be going together, and I know that it is a good thing. I think that I feel sad because his not being up the road in another town means that it is well and truly the end of that stage of my life. While I haven't been involved in escapades that usually start with "Bartender!" and end with "Dear heavens, what were we thinking?" in many, many moons, I still felt as though I could because he was just a phone call, and half hour drive away from my house...

I suddenly feel old, and tired. As a wife and mother, I know that my lifestyle has changed. I have responsibilities that take priority over getting together and hanging out with my childless friends, just picking up and driving somewhere because we can. That is a good thing! I wouldn't change that. And The Professor is not a wild and crazy guy that still thinks he is a party-wild college boy...in fact, we never acted like wild and crazy college students...we just did weird things, and lived life in an adventurous way. He is a solid, dependable, wicked smart man. His girlfriend is also wicked smart, solid, and they are both thinking about their future...

How is it that one phone call can change your whole perspective? And this wasn't even anything like getting the news that one's grandparent, or aunt or uncle has passed away, or is sick, or one of your classmates has a child in high school this year (that really freaked me out!).

I think that in the back of my head, there is a part of me that refuses to accept that I'm not 22 anymore...and while I don't mind the number associated with my age, I just have this attitude that I shouldn't have to act a certain simply because of a number...you know, just because the year I was born makes me in my thirties doesn't mean that I should not still be able to stay up all night long and watch a movie marathon, and then get back to my normal life the next day right?

SIGH...

Well, Tiny Princess is waking up, and I need to figure out what I'm doing for lunch as BB is still out, and will be cranky when he comes home today...perhaps I'll call him, and get an update, and then call my mom...perhaps we can go to Wendy's for lunch with the kiddos...