School starts tomorrow. How? I mean, I thought I was ready. We got The Kid her school supplies. We went shopping at the mall and purchased some clothes she didn’t need. I didn’t spend as much time with her over the summer as I used to be able to because I’ve been working. But on my days off, we did things together. So I feel like we got plenty of quality time in there nonetheless.
I didn’t have to work this weekend, so I had 2 beautiful days in a row to spend with my family. Something I haven’t done in over 3 months. We went kayaking, had a BBQ at a friend’s house. Spent time on the boat. No housework. No stress. Just relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. All was good with the world.
Until we got home. DH wanted to go to our favorite sushi restaurant for dinner. I was just about ready to go when I noticed the “You Have a Message” light flashing on the answering machine. It was The Kid’s principal wishing everyone a happy first day of school and blah, blah, blah.
I say “blah, blah, blah” because I didn’t hear anything else. Those words started me blubbering like a damn baby. I don’t know what happened. This is supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year according to Staples. I couldn’t stop sobbing. And when I say sob, I mean it. Snot, snorts, hyperventilating. The works. The Kid thought I had completely gone mad.
I spent the last week yelling at her for one thing or another. “You’re not responsible enough, you’re not being committed, you should have practiced more, get over the fact that I have the same running shoes as you.” This past week was a little more stressful than usual. So why wasn’t I thrilled that in a mere 12 hours, the school bus would be whisking her away to school?
Because in about as long as it takes to hit the play button on an answering machine, I realized that she is going off to college in 3 short years. I realized that she will be driving in less than one year. I realized that she may not need me as much as she did when she was 5. I realized that the last 15 years flew by as fast as the speed of light.
So, she’s going into her second year of high school. It’s all good. I’m happy that she’s happy and healthy and smart. Thinking about her flying the coop is tough. Most of the time. You might want to check back with me in a few days. This time next week I’m sure I’ll be bitching about something. Wait. What time does the school bus come?