As I've regaled my poor officemate with my blog stories over the last year, and reading through old posts myself (I lost my archive, I'll find it again, some day when I'm less lazy) to share specific stories and pictures with her, I've realized I don't have those day-to-day memories now that I'm not writing them down.
My life has changed SO drastically even since the last time I blogged that I feel the need to elaborate the changes- so I can remember them tomorrow.
1) I am the parent to a college student who is in a sorority. Now, I am only 38 and people ALWAYS think I'm younger than I am, so when we went to the bid day celebration (you know, woo, she's in a sorority, more money out of MY pocket); I was BY FAR the youngest person there. My husband, who has always worked like a dog (I like my jobs with zero manual labor please and thankyou) looks closer to our age, so I spent the day telling him I totally looked like his trophy wife.
2) Holy SHIT! I have a child in COLLEGE!!!! Parent loans are as demoralizing as student loans, FYI.
3) My middle daughter is now an 8th grade cheerleader- again; I am the WORST cheer parent ever. I don't like the other cheer parents because I think they hate me.
4)My oldest son is eligible to get his driving permit at the end of this month (OH Lord, please help us all) and is on a competitive soccer team that just won a whole tournament. Last year, we couldn't win a whole game.
5)My cuddly, adorable favorite son is now no longer cuddly or adorable, maybe not even my favorite. He's 11 people- he won't hold my hand any more. (Sniffle) He still has the best comedic timing though- he is absolutely hilarious and makes us laugh daily!
6) My youngest daughter is also a cheerleader- 8 year olds are muy cute cheerleaders- and she is still obstinate and OCD about a few things. We butt heads on a daily basis. Mini-me's aren't nearly as fun as Austin Powers made them seem.
7) My husband now works the dumbest shift ever, and he can't do anything about it. It's a multi-national company and he's a manager. This means there are hundreds of people to take his place; so he doesn't have a choice. He goes in at noon and comes home around 11. I am essentially a single mom to 4 (since one is 1.5 hours away at college); with no driving children, and all 4 have activities that require me to drive them every single night. Plus I work full time and teach two classes on top of that. I know, I know woe is me. But really? It IS hard!
I'm tired. But I'm also happy. I was forced out of my depression by this schedule (it's impossible to hide in my room), so for now; I'll take it!