The Neverending Story

I remember, roughly eighteen years ago, waking up in a panic, springing from the bed and into my firstborn baby's room. I had been asleep for six hours and I was certain the outcome would be tragic. Once inside his room I watched silently, intently for the telltale sign, the raising and lowering of his chest to indicate that he was alive and breathing. He was. Instant relief. Could it be? He had defied all the baby books and actually slept through the night at something like six weeks old. This scenario would repeat itself for a week or so before I could relax and accept that it wasn't a sign of impending doom but just the way he was.

Fast forward eighteen years.

It's graduation night and our new graduate is attending an all night party. It's sponsored by the school so I'm not worried. But. At five in the morning the dog wakes me to take him out and I am hit again by that familiar feeling from long ago. Panic. Did he make it home? Well, yes. On the way downstairs I ran into him in the kitchen. Instant relief.

Honestly, they have no clue about the roller coaster ride they take us on, these kids. And if they did they would just roll their eyes and wonder what the big deal is. I miss those carefree days. But I do love a good roller coaster ride.

Whomp.....and just like that...

...it's summer.

I know because we went to the pool today. I crammed my chubby white body into my mommy swimsuit and made the trek. Once our five year old saw the pool was open it was only a matter of time. He is quite the motivator. Thankfully the eighteen year old tagged along so he had a playmate and I was able to take my sweet time getting used to the frigid water. It took me an hour and fifteen minutes to inch myself into the deep end. Then I did five laps and beached myself to soak up the sun and humidity that has dropped on us like a wet blanket. No sense in overdoing it.

Yay for summer.

celebratory after-game bragging post???

For you Jules.

In fact I cut and pasted your comment.

Here it is.

Yay Jayhawks!!!!!!!!!

Booooooooo talking head sports guys. (That goes for you radio commentators too.)

Note to KU: please offer Bill Self enough money to stay so we don't have to start the revenge cycle all over again. And while you're at it how about a little hand out for my kid?

De Ja Vu

I am in a pretty dark mood lately but I am taking a break from all that to eat caramel corn and cheer for the Jayhawks in tonights NCAA final.

It's almost like 1988 all over again. Except it's a different team. And a different coach. And I'm twenty years older. Second thought, it's not very much like 1988, but hey, the t-shirt still fits!