#tbt (remember...you were forewarned)

August 25, 2016 Arlene Giddings

i told you.
i told you all
already
that my little girl
is getting ready to leave
the nest
and
i
am going to be
nothing
if not a blubbering
messy
anxiety-ridden
meltdown of a mess.

so don't look at me now
like you didn't think i would
start already...
like you thought maybe i would
hold it together
at least until
the end of august...

cause the deposit was just paid on the apartment.

and that means
she's really going.

and that...
that is all it takes, my friends.
feel free to avert your eyes
until at least november...
mid november at best.
maybe christmas.
i'll be fine by christmas.

the tail end of a weekend

August 14, 2016 Arlene Giddings

winding down on a sunday
and pretty happy with how the weekend went...
the house got cleaned,
a birthday was celebrated,
family and friends stopped by...

for 21 years, we have written some variation of happy birthday onion head on her cake... :) #traditions

on Saturday, I had the house to myself for a bit.
got a little caught up on my bullet journal
(I am SO behind for august!)
and some editing done...
then campbell and I took a drive through
cavendish on our way out to another family get together...
played some arcade games,
bought some sugary apple fritters
and tootsie roll suckers.

today has been a sleepy quiet rainy sunday...
a purplish sky,
leggings and thick socks,
looking for new music to edit to...
and in denial
that tomorrow is monday already
and the weekend is all over.

tbt...the early birthday edition

August 11, 2016 Arlene Giddings

tomorrow this little onionhead turns 21.

and in september,
she is moving away from home
for the first time.

so you should forgive me now
for the over emotional blubbering mess of a mother
i may become in the very near future.

she's only going to moncton.
i know that.
my head knows that...
my brain knows that....
but my heart....

oh my heart has been in denial
that this day would ever come...

i know she will be fine.
she's sassy and smart,
funny and sweet...
and i'm happy and excited for her,
i am...
but there's still that little
twinge-y squeaky broken side of my heart
that whispers
not yet....don't go...
not yet.

happy birthday baby-girl...
you stole our hearts right from the get-go.