What's that old saying...."If you fall off a horse, you have to climb right back on or you'll never ride again?" Anyway, it's about facing your fears and today I did just that...I went shopping.
The girl needed a few things before heading back to school. Once inside, I couldn't resist the pull of the Kohl's clearance racks. Good Morning America's warnings grew fainter in my ears as I raked through the yellow-tagged items; soon, my arms were full and I headed to the dressing rooms, germs be damned.
Thank goodness my checking account balance wasn't as easy to dismiss from my consciousness; I tossed everything back except two blouses, each less than $10.
The warnings weren't completely gone, though: back in the car...hand sanitizer; back home...wash the blouses before wearing.
We had a weekend of watching movies, walking the critters and whittling away on projects. Late this evening, we loaded up my little car (it's amazing how much a Hyundai Elantra will hold!) and I delivered the kids back to campus with hugs and prayers for a good semester.
I'm really going to miss them. Having them around means more groceries, more cooking and more laundry...but also more laughter, more conversation and more hands helping.
But this is where they need to be. I'm excited for them...worried for them. It's a good thing my "class" starts again this week - time to jump back into my great-great grandfather's story and finish this book. Wish me luck!