11/2 cups tired
toss in a dash of Fed Up With My Job
3/4 cup of "Why did I take on this book project?"
3Tbs. "I'd love to get this divorce done and over with, but SOMEONE is dragging his feet!"
1/2 cup "Don't know how I feel about anything anymore...but wait for me to decide."
2 cups "But how will you survive on your own without a man?" (Also known as "any conversation with my mother")
Stir well...
But wait...there's one more thing to toss in there, just to make sure I go completely over the deep end...
6 cups of "Oh Dear Lord, Diva is starting high school next year and I'm not ready for this!"
No need to stir...it all gets absorbed into the main ingredient...
Diva handed me a letter from the high school (gulp) she's going to be attending next year (double gulp). Freshmen orientation for parents is next week, and Diva will be choosing her high school (ugh...high school and Diva in the SAME FREAKIN' SENTENCE) soon.
My Diva...my ONLY -- is going to be in high school. I just can't wrap my brain around it. Who told her she could grow up? I don't remember giving her permission...matter of fact, I don't remember giving her permission to walk, talk, tie her shoes, cross the street, talk to boys...
Oh man...boys. Dates...CAR dates..WITH BOYS!
No way. Uh uh...I'm not READY!
But boy is she! Er, man is she!
UGH
She's ready. Let's leave it at that.
The recpie I started this post with pretty much sums up my life right now. It's a whirlwind of things, people and ideas and I just grab snippets of what I can in my butterfly net and deal with whatever it is. I don't see the recpie changing anytime soon. Matter of fact, I see other things being added to the mix.
Oh Mylaanta...I really miss Diva being a DIT (Diva-In-Training). I miss dance recitals, and bad band concerts and macaroni art and ashtrays made from playdough in the shape of a little hand...
I miss hearing "Mommy look!"
Okay so she still calls me mommy..but it's just not the same. But I'll take it.
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