Morgan left yesterday, headed back to her dorm room.  I guess Mom is too boring to live with for a few more days??  She said she needed to study and knew she wouldn't study if she stayed here.  True.  I suggested she study two or three times, but instead she chose to catch up on her favorite shows on Netflix.  Four days together.  That has to be a record.  We love each other to pieces but, don't usually get along more than a couple of days in the same house together.  We're both pretty stubborn.   She's nineteen.  Everyone keeps telling me we'll eventually get along great.  I'm ready for that day to happen.  Please, Lord, let me live long enough for that to happen.  :) 

It's awfully quiet in this big 'ol house now.  Funny how when she leaves, I get a little depressed, sad, and anxious.  I worry about her taking her meds.; I worry about her getting sick or her defibrillator going off as she's driving down the highway;  I worry about her making it from point A to point B, alive.  I worry way too much.  I always tell her "call me when you get there".  She almost always forgets.  Then I call or text her to make sure she made it.  I know God is taking care of her and always has.

I wish I could say "it gets better the older they get".  It doesn't.  I still worry about my twenty-nine year old that lives right next door.  He drives an hour one way to work.  While I'm getting ready in the morning, I have the Tulsa news on the television.  I listen to the traffic reports as I'm getting ready.  If I hear of an accident any where along his route, I have to text him to make sure he's made it to work alright.  He always does.  I know this probably annoys the living daylights out of both of my kids.  I just can't turn it off though.  I remember my mom did the same with me.  Every Sunday, as I was leaving to go back to college, she would say, "Call me when you get there, so I'll know you made it okay."  I would say, "Okay, Mom, I will."  Did I remember 100% of the time?  No.  Hardly ever, in fact.  She would end up calling me, and I would feel so bad that I had forgotten. 

Three more days of Spring Break.  Ugh...it went by WAY too quickly.  :(   I'm going to Tulsa this afternoon, meeting friends for a birthday celebration, not mine....my friend I've known since 7th grade.  Another friend, I've known since 9th grade will be there, then, a couple others.  I will stay all night with June Bug, the birthday girl, then, get up early in the morning and go see the much awaited movie "The Hunger Games", with my son, daughter-in-law, and grandbaby, at 10:00 in the morning.  Then, I will drive to Stillwater, pick Morgan up, then head to OKC, to go to the Bead Show!!  Morgan needs to make me an OSU necklace, so I'm going to buy some black and orange beads!!  Of all the necklaces she's made, I only have two or three, mostly turquoise, and no OSU necklaces. 

Then, I'm driving home Saturday evening after the Bead Show, and rest on Sunday, before going back to school. 

I haven't seen my dad all week.  I didn't want to chance passing the flu on to him.  I have called to check on him and talk to him though.  Miss him.