Down to the no-mores

I’m ironing Michael’s pants. He’s sitting at the kitchen table ordering his college textbooks (which, FYI, cost a stinkin’ ton of cash), singing along with Luke Bryan, Sugarland and other country songs playing from his iTunes playlist on my computer. It dawns on me that next week at this time, he’ll be moved into his dorm room and we’ll be heading home without him. And suddenly, the damp spots on his pants aren’t from the spray starch.

We are down to the no-mores. This was my last Friday morning with my three babies at home. Sunday’s our last family church day. Only one more TTTFFN.

I am a mess.

Today, several of my friends are dropping off their little chicks. One’s taking her baby several states away, another’s going one state over, and another is driving hers an hour to his school. And there are millions of other moms who have done this and lived to tell the tale. I. Know. This.

It doesn’t make me feel any better right now.

The good news is I know I will be fine. That time just isn't today.

I am fairly positive I will not be able to listen to this playlist again for a really, really long time.

But it’s Friday, so let’s not end the week on a depressing note. Let’s watch a few clips of Michael’s favorite show:

It still pains me to watch it...

Happy weekend! I'm going to try not to cry my way through mine!