A few weeks ago, my youngest son attended Vacation Bible School with the son of my best friend growing up. We attended Vacation Bible School together about 25 years ago.
I am now on the school board at Chance's school. That makes me either a muckity or a muck - I'm not sure which.
Yesterday, on e-mail, the above-mentioned friend asked me to donate some art to a gala she's coordinating in our home town. For the ski hill we both learned to ski on what seems like yesterday - - - - - - we were 4.
I am sending my youngest to Kindergarten this fall. He is much more prepared for this event than I am.
I am sending my oldest off to camp for the first time on Saturday. It's killing me. He'll be gone 5 days and 4 nights. Do they really let babies do this?? I guess not - he's almost 9.
When did all this happen?
I'm not supposed to be this old yet.
I was supposed to have way more fun first.
I was gonna party like it's 1999. Where did 1999 go? I forgot to party.
I was going to be 27 for a really long time, because I always thought that was the coolest age.
Instead, I only lasted at 27 for a year, and then blew right past it.
Now, I'm a 30-something mama who's crying about taking her boy to camp. Only I'm not even taking him, which makes me cry even more.
What a ninny.
Put your big girl panties on and buck up! There's work to do!
Thanks for listening.
PS - I saw a card the other day that said "I do have my big girl panties on, but they're bunching up!" Exactly . . .