I’m feeling old.
Well kind of. We all know that I’m pretty much 11 years old mentally.
I still laugh when people say boobs. Or penis. Or pretty much any kind of word relating to genetalia.
However, getting my daughter ready for school is kicking my ass back to reality. She starts 1st grade in 2 weeks… and it’s public school this time so it’s a brand new ball game. I’ve started school supply shopping and finished taking her to her school physical and dental appointment. Her bus route is all set to pick up and drop off and “daycare”. It’s just odd. Kindergarten didn’t have the same effect on me, she was lucky enough to go to the same school that she went to preschool in, so a lot of this stuff was different. I guess, just grade school is freaking me out.
She’s excited, and I’m excited for her. I think she’ll do fine, although I am a bit sad that I won’t be able to wait with her at a bus stop or anything of the sort. Such is the plight of a working mother. However, I know all of her teachers at her daycare will see her off. I’m hoping that she likes her teacher, and thrives.
It’s just like FUCK man! I know my kid is getting older… I’m well aware, she shot up another 4 inches over the past 6 months. I think it was looking over the school supply list that did it. I still remember shopping for school supplies with my mom (in grade school) and my Dad after that. It occurred to me that, HOLY SHIT, I’m…. I’m…. basically my parents!
It’s surprising the little things that remind me that I’m not 16 anymore. It’s not paying the (goddamned) mortgage, or my insurance. Fuck, it’s not even looking over my retirement fund. It’s not managing my Infusions and doctor’s appointments, nor is it working on the yard. It’s the school supplies. It’s the “No you can’t wear my undies on your head… and you most certainly can’t do it to school” moments with my daughter.
Eh. I feel like…. my mother. Haha. Whatever. Maybe I’ll just give myself a mohawk or something.