Sunday, May 15, 2011

Reward: Eternal gratitude for the return of my brain matter.

Okay, let me just say this: I sure as hell wish there was a book called What to expect when your kid graduates from high school. You know, like What to expect when you're expecting. I haven't lost this many brain cells since my daughter was born. The other day I spent about 20 minutes in the Family Dollar and then discovered I had accidentally left the car running (yes, that car, the one that barely runs and shouldn't be driven at all, much less left running in a hot parking lot.). And then yesterday, I couldn't figure out why my photo of the dog hadn't come out until my level-headed daughter gently pointed out ("Uh, mom...") that I had been aiming the camera at myself. And then, there are the missed appointments.

Well, Mommy isn't making any more plans or commitments until all the confetti is cleaned up and the grads have gone home.



  1. The hardest part is yet to come. Being an empty nester is awful. I have a big shoulder if you need it.

  2. Hey, manic photographer blogger lady: where's the picture of Lizzy's locker?

    All these great photos of old crappy signage, and then you forget to get a picture of the infamous "I'm the parent I was supposed to be all along" locker?