School starts on Monday. LieLie leaves home in exactly two years for college (or to begin her Gray Gardens destiny of staying with mommy forever🙏🏼). That isn’t enough time. I haven’t even figured out how to do this parenting thing right yet. I feel like I need a mulligan or a rewind or an easy button so I can get it just right. I want to be a 1950’s tv mom with pearls who never yells “roll your eyes at me again! Make my day!” like the terminator. Hell, I would settle for some pearls and a cocktail at this point. The end of summer keeps rolling over me like waves of grief. I want more time, slower time and my babies.
This one went to middle school orientation. He walked his schedule and put his stuff in his locker and didn’t bat an eye at changing classes. He is ready. I am not.
This one took a class at the college and looked like every other young adult at pickup.
We’ve packed so much into this last week, trying to hang onto it and trying to forget at the same time: a museum, catching toads, a surprise Sweet 16 (thrown by friends), the Violent Femmes, baseball try outs, slumber parties and a mad scramble to do the summer homework before the clock strikes 12 on Sunday. I love you summer.
One of these says Suck It Elon!
I’m writing this from the Apple repair bar while LL gets her computer fixed. I may or may not have said “bring me a Guinness and talk nerdy to me” to the adorable millennial behind the counter. LL really appreciated my help.