My son just brought home his freshman-year yearbook and "smack me in the face with the memories" it was fun to look through. I envy his experience right now. Next year won't be the "small man on campus" situation. He's looking back at a great year and looking forward to 3 more years of high school. He is both excited about finishing out his fist year and sentimental about the time that has passed.
"The year went by so fast, Mom. I can't even believe it" he says. No shit, dude. Wait until you are 38 and your kids are freekin' teen agers. Then tell me about how fast time is passing.
Oh, yeah, did I tell you that D is 13 now? TWO teen agers in the house. Shoot me (or at least buy me 2 cases of wine) now. What happened to the two in diapers? What happened to T-Ball and Kindergarten?
I am now the shortest person in the house. I am outnumbered and out sized. The testosterone is RAGING and all I can do is go with the flow. Most of it is fun and I love it. Some of it sucks (like the smell of the bodily functions). Why am I wearing so much pink right now? Why do I pay more attention to earrings and my nails and whether or not their are flowers in the house?
BECAUSE I'M TRYING TO CREATE BALANCE IN THE WORLD AND RIGHT NOW THERE IS AN IMBALANCE BETWEEN THE YING AND YANG!