Where’s science when I need it?
Summer’s ending. It feels like autumn is rolling toward me like that big rock in the first Indiana Jones movie.
My oldest son, Killian, is starting college today. (I’m totally crying on the inside. Okay, probably a little on the outside, too.) It’s not that I want him to be a kid forever, it’s just that I want to have a rewind button, where I can go back and visit his being a kid whenever I’m having a day like today.
Seriously, science…is that too damn much to ask?!
My youngest son, Corwin, will be starting high school next week. (Please see the aforementioned crying and need of a rewind button.) I would give just about anything to play pirate ship right now.
But honestly, I know I have nothing to actually bitch about. I have great kids who are healthy and happy, and I know it’s more than some parents have, so really, I shouldn’t whine.
We’re trying to get ready for hubby to go to Singapore for a freaking month. I’m not a fan of the Dance of the Single Parent. It’s not because I can’t do it alone. I can, just fine, as a matter of fact. But we really miss him while he’s gone. And I know he misses us, too.
I’m still trying to get used to my sister being gone. As it stands now, we probably won’t see each other until after Christmas, because that’s just the way life’s working out. It’s not like we can’t talk or text, or email, but it’s not the same as hanging out together.
I’m also trying to come to terms with dying relatives – relatives for whom an entire set of matching, monogrammed emotional baggage is included.
Add in the stress of conference prep, and I’m just about fried.
So I’ll just be here, trying to outrun that big ass boulder and waiting for science to catch up with my need for a rewind button.
C’mon, science! I’m counting on you!