A Couple of Years Ago<\/b><\/p>\n
I drove to a local restaurant. Being directionally challenged, I took the wrong street. It didn’t matter, and I knew where the street came out, so I just kept driving.<\/p>\n
I live in a pretty town, and so I always like looking and driving, anyway, but I was surprised to drive right past the high school. “Ah, so there it is,” I thought to myself, “I guess that J will go there in 3 years.” <\/p>\n
And then I basically freaked out and nearly ran off the road.<\/p>\n
Sending my J out into the world requires something on my part……daring?, nerves?, faith?????<\/p>\n
So, tonight I’m touring that place with him. I’m not freaked out YET, but, all in good time, you know.<\/p>\n
It still seems crazy to me that my son is old enough for high school — even though his 11 1\/2 shoe size and stature are starting to scream otherwise.<\/p>\n
Okay, I think that the freak out is creeping up on me now.<\/p>\n
EEk.<\/p>\n
Happy Wednesday, y’all!<\/p>\n
***Addendum: Turns out, we were tired, exponentially kind of, and skipped the tour. It would just be noise for J, anyway, and I know he’ll have to see it later in a quieter setting for it to make sense to him. I just heard him exclaim (to himself, in the mirror while in the bathroom brushing his teeth), “WHY on EARTH do I have to be in high school, ANYWAY?”<\/b><\/p>\n
Looks like we have some ‘splaining to do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A Couple of Years Ago I drove to a local restaurant. Being directionally challenged, I took the wrong street. It didn’t matter, and I knew where the street came out, so I just kept driving. I live in a pretty … Continue reading