Baking Therapy

I now completely understand why little Italian, Greek, German or any other kind of grandma always want to feed their family. We took Garret to college on Saturday and now I have this irresistible urge to bake pretty much anything. Cupcakes, biscotti anything to make me feel like I am taking care of someone and doing something useful besides sitting here thinking about how all our kids are out in the big wide world. I am actually home today because I can't seem to get a grip. Don't worry, the German in me will cry about it then pull it together and be OK. All these emotions have come as a big surprise. You see, if you had any idea what the last few months have been like with Garret, you would understand. He has been tense, irritable, grumpy and just plain not fun to be around. Rich and I may have said more than once, "It will all be over Aug. 28." I was perfectly fine, not even once feeling sad on Saturday until the very last second when we hugged Garret and said goodbye. It pretty much opened the floodgates. Garret is trying to get used to things there and figure out minor details, but when he calls and sounds frustrated it breaks my heart. He is smart and independent like our two other kids, and I know he will be fine, but this letting go stuff stinks. For now there is always baking, just heard my timer go off, gotta go take another batch out of the oven.