Its only Wednesday and I'm already beat. I think I've tracked more miles in my car over the last few days than all of last year combined.
First, we have yet another bug making its way through the house. Here I was so looking forward to Monday, and I ended up with three kids home sick. In between answering pleas for ginger ale and chicken soup I had to drive my oldest all over the place. So much for getting anything accomplished.
Yesterday was met with trips to the doctor, the dentist, pick up, drop off, and again I had the privilege of being my teenager's personal chauffeur. You see, next year, she'll be starting high school, and it seems like we've toured just about every one in the state in an attempt to find the right match.
Today, is my day of rest. In theory at least. I had a handyman to supervise, food shopping to do -- why I even went on a run (my second day of #Couchto5K and already I'm dragging). There was a little relaxation time thrown in, and for that I am very, very grateful. I'd better be, it has to last me a whole week.
On the flip side, all that alone time always seems to lend itself to that pesky thinking stuff. And today, my mind kept going to one simple fact.
I'll have a kid in HIGH SCHOOL next year!
Or more appropriately, WTF!
It seems like just yesterday I was picking her up from preschool and coordinating princess-themed playdates with her little friends. Or helping out at the class parties in grade school. (Funny, I never thought I'd say this, but I really miss those little parties). I even remember driving her home from her first middle school social. And I thought she was old then.
She's almost as tall as I am. She certainly has more attitude. And did I happen to mention she'll be in high school? HIGH SCHOOL.
There's school itself. Have you been in your local high school lately? Its downright frightening. I've found out that Goth is passe (I think someone forgot to tell the ten or so I saw though) and Emo's are bizarre. Of course, peppered in the crowd are the jocks and the popular types too.
Then there's the whole social scene. Late nights, dating, parties with drinking or drugs. Oh crap. I'm so not ready for this.
And the cruelest twist of nature? Next year I'll have one in high school, one in preschool, plus the two in middle school.
This keeps getting worse by the minute. I think its time for me to stop typing now -- I'm starting to hyperventilate.
Trying to Keep Calm (but failing miserably),