I’m leaving tomorrow to go back to Texas and be with my mom as she goes through a minor surgery on her leg. It’s supposed to be pretty easy but I want to make sure she’s ok. There’s not a lot going on here at the moment. Everyone but me is in school now and their schedules work out well together. It’s not going to be a hardship for me to leave, but I have stressed WAY more than I should about being gone for 12 days…
My husband is an infinitely capable and extremely intelligent adult. My 12 year old daughter is more capable and intelligent than she wants anyone to know. But both of them, on occasion, FORGET TO EAT. Let that sink in for a bit. They actually go all day sometimes and never eat a thing. Not a single bite. Their focus can be laser like in intensity if they are doing things they want to do and they do not waver from that task unless forced. Everything else, like basic subsistence, becomes secondary.
Y’all, in all of my 43 years on this Earth I have never, ever, FORGOTTEN to eat, as evidenced by the constant battle with the zipper on my pants… I’ve never been so consumed with a task that it didn’t occur to me that it had been hours since I put food in my body. I’ve had occasions when I wasn’t able to eat exactly when I wanted, but you can bet your sweet bippie that I was thinking about it and looking forward to when I would. I was also probably ticked at who or whatever was making me miss my meal!
I think about what I’m going to have for lunch while I’m eating breakfast… I plan out dinner while I’m making lunch. While I’m cooking dinner, I’m checking to see what I can have for breakfast the next day. Y’all, I’m an EATER. Always have been. I love food. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE food. My daily life revolves around getting it, preparing it and consuming it. So, it’s very disconcerting for me to live with two individuals who can at times be oblivious to it!
Don’t get me wrong, when I cook for them they are incredibly appreciative of everything I make and they even ask for favorite dishes every now and then. But if I didn’t, well, I think they’d be ok with that too. Some times I think the only reason they do actually eat is because they know I spent time preparing something and I yelled at them to get in the kitchen!
So, the idea that I’m not going to be here for 12 days is stressful because I don’t know what or when they’re going to eat without me driving the train! I’m sure they won’t starve. I hope they won’t starve. I stocked the freezer with breakfast sandwiches. The pantry has snacks galore for lunches and weekends. I’m taking Kat to the store after school to pick out some easy to cook dinner items. But, that doesn’t guarantee any of it is going to make it into their bodies!
I know. I’m making WAY more out of this than I should. They are reasonable individuals who will eventually notice hunger pangs and do something about it. But I feel like it’s part of my job to feed them. I’ve done as much as I can to make it easy on them and honestly, there are a ton of fast food options close if they want it. My friend even offered to have them over for dinner. I’m relatively certain they’ll still be alive when I get back. Right?
Do you stress about things like this when you leave your family? Tell me I’m not alone!