I come, I go, I come , I go, I come, I go.
It never seems to get any easier.
I live in a state of GUILT.
I feel guilty when I leave my husband, son, and furbabies behind...
when I head into the deep blue yonder.
I feel guilty when I have to leave whomever that I'm visiting...
to head back home, or to another family member.
However long I stay - it's never enough, yet always too long.
I love visiting with my children, grandchildren, and dear friends.
I thrive on their presence.
I delight in their laughter.
I grieve when they are hurting.
I feel useful when I can be of help, in good times and in bad.
I miss home when I'm gone.
Home = husband, and doggies, and my own bed.
So what do I do?
Yep - this is my new motto!
LOL - like this will ever happen...ME - Calm?
But Carry On, I must - what's the alternative?