Summer is my least favorite season, but I just love summer vacation. I love sleeping in. I love letting Leila stay up late, and letting her have sleepovers on weeknights, and lounging around the house for most of the day.
Here's a list of everything good about school starting: cool weather is around the corner and, if we're very lucky, rain will be around the next corner. I will get almost every morning to myself, and I wont be pestered at the grocery store (I actually kind of like being pestered at the grocery store.) We'll stop spending so much money on activities and food and stuff like that (and start spending it on piano lessons. Woof.) The dog will get a walk every day, and get to sniff the butts of other dogs.
Nah, I'm just gonna miss my girl, and she's going to start second grade, and she's just going to keep getting older and older until she leaves for college, and moves to a more affordable town, and then she'll only come home on holidays, that is if she doesn't have Mother Issues and hate me, and then when she comes home she'll only want to hang out with her friends and borrow what I hope will be my new car, but it will probably be the same car I'm driving now, and she'll roll her eyes at me, and just keep leaving and where will I be? I'll probably be sitting at my third or fourth laptop after this one doing the same thing I'm doing right now. God, this is depressing.
I'm thinking Max is gonna go one of two ways:
1) He lives at home until he's worn out his welcome
2) He leaves home and runs away to Paris with "that girl" who doesn't like me and I'm lucky to see him every five years and my grandchildren don't even speak English.
This is the problem with only children: we need a spare!
I actually wish there were blogs when my mom was younger, when I was a kid. I would have LOVED to have thought that she thought this stuff. I would have loved to have known what went on in her head and her heart. The 50s didn't do much for self-awareness, so you go, blog away. Someday, these will still be flying through the ether of the internet and Leila will read them and go, WOW, my mom was one weird chick, but she sure had a lot of thoughts. I am not sure about my own mother.
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