Been telling myself for the last 2 years I'm tired of this parenting shit lol... The volunteer management position I signed up for. Never ending schedules, events, activities... Diffusing each crisis and meeting deadlines. Consistent reminders, life coaching, contemplation of strangulation twelve times a day... Yes. All of this shit is for the birds. But. It's almost over. At least season 3 is... College: Season 4 is approaching.
I'm almost FREE! My mind has gone buck wild imagining all the cool adult things I'll be getting into. I'll have to adjust my schedule to cover only me now... All the exciting things I have planned. But. Why am I feeling frustration? Sure there's more time ahead to tackle my goals. Sure I won't have to listen to anymore of today's "music" blasted on the radio. No more reminding someone else to put things away, turn the light off, get adequate rest, eat... Only me...
As the day approaches my heart aches a little more. It's a great thing happening. A celebration of accomplishment and the excitement of watching my offspring leap into their dreams. But. I'll miss them. So much.
