Friday, August 6, 2010
If time flies, when do I start having fun?
Look at the count down up at the top on the right..
My son *thinks* he's moving out in 40 days.
He doesn't realize I'm grounding him to his room til he's 30. LOL
40 days. 40 days are all I have left of my Mom Job. Now, I realize my parenting doesn't end when he moves out. But in a way it does. Things change. I won't know where he is and what he's doing and who he's doing it with all the time anymore.
(Humor me, I realize I only *think* I've known these things the past few years, but just go with me on this, ok?)
Chances are he's never going to move back home. Oh sure, he'll throw me a bone and come home on holidays and in the summertime (maybe...he's already considering staying in Cincinnati during the summer)....but more than likely after graduation he may not even come back to Columbus, or stay in Ohio.
So 40 more days are all I have until my life changes as much as his does.
If nineteen years have flown by this fast, 40 days will be over in the blink of an eye.
I'm not ready.
I need a wine IV. Stat.