It’s me. I decided to show up.
And if you didn’t realize I had taken an extended break…what the hell? I’VE BEEN GONE FOR THREE MONTHS AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN MISS ME?
Anyway, lots of stuff has happened…holidays, x-rays and haircuts. A diagnosis, a wreck and the flu. Pretty much nothin’.
But now…NOW…soccer has started. Boom. Time to be b-u-s-y. Truthfully, I love being a soccer mom. I love, love, LOVE watching my boys play and excel and sweat and smile. They are precious.
(Lots of times when southerners say something is “precious” they are being sarcastic. I’m not one of those kind of southerners. When I say something is precious, I REALLY MEAN IT IS PRECIOUS!)
Did I mention that Big is a senior? No? Well, that’s probably because we are both in denial. Like, not the in-a-panic kind of denial…just a general we-refuse-to-acknowledge-it kind of denial. But guess what. It’s March. He graduates in May. Somebody better do something to get this kid prepared for what happens next. And really, I’m not sure I’m equipped to be that somebody.
I mean, yea…I went to college. Even graduated in the allotted four years. I’ve worked ever since, never been fired. Paid bills, been married (twice, even), had kids and managed to keep ’em alive for a fair amount of time now…but still.
I. Can’t. Even.
I think this is something I should have started on a while back.
And maybe I did without even knowing it. Maybe he’s been paying attention. Wouldn’t that be something?
Butt there’s more. As Big moves on to phase two, Little enters 7th grade next year. I KNOW! This is my baby we’re talking about here. Again, what the hell?
Seriously, I can’t add any more meds to my old lady cocktail of pills that I’m forced to take every morning and night. I’m gonna have to take up yoga or some deep breathing thing in order to get through the next 6 months.