Oh May. I wish I could be happier that you are here. I think I suffer from the opposite of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Something about the sun staying around in the evenings messes me up. I can't seem to get anything done these days and I don't care. I wish it was still winter.
But May is staying the month, which means that school is out in something like 23 days. It has been the fastest school year in the history of me. Every year goes faster than the last one, which means that Olivia will be graduating from high school in about a sixth the time that it took Mitch. Tomorrow is her kindergarten field trip to the zoo, which I am going on as well. It is very likely the last time I will get to go on a kindergarten field trip, unless my kids grow up to be crappy, drug addicted parents, and I have to fight them for custody of my grand kids. Then I will be stuck going on zoo field trips when I am 64. What a nightmare.
Last Sunday night, I arm wrestled Duncan and Will to see who had to clean up the kitchen after dinner. I lost to Duncan. I was humiliated and proud all at the same time. I don't remember how old Mitch was the first time he beat me at arm wrestling, but as a mother of sons, you know that day is out there. It is unavoidable that at some point those boys are going to overtake you in the muscles department. Fortunately, I can still whup Will for a few more years, so he had to help me in the kitchen. Audrey refused to compete. She knows she doesn't stand a chance against me. Come to think of it, I bet I could still beat Alisa. She thinks she's tough because she kick boxes, but I think I could take her.
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