Smokin' in the Boys' Room

I had to go to "Back To School" night at my son's high school. This was something that was not easy for me, and it was not just the stairs up to the third floor that I disliked. I was so uptight that I almost cried, right there in the large, cold hallway. I was completely overwhelmed, trying to find the classrooms----I can only imagine what the first time freshmen went through on their first day of school---and wondering what I might find behind the classroom door. THANK YOU, GOD for all of the teachers----they all seem wonderful. I don't know if this will prove out the rest of the year, but so far they all seem great. I KNOW that part of my anxiety is the fact that I now have a high school aged child. This means that I am not longer a spring chicken---the 17yo carry-out boys at the supermarket no longer watch my bottom as we walk to the car. HA! Did they ever? No, probably not, but it's sometimes fun to think they did! This means that I really am having the perimenopause symptoms. This means that for every gray hair I can see at the FRONT of my head, there are probably three in the BACK. This means that I have extra flesh under my brastrap on my back (this really grosses me out!) This means that my children are growing up and it's more important than ever to prepare them for life and I so don't want to fail. Okay, now you know why I was about to cry? It was not fun tonight. It won't be fun with the children to come. I cannot imagine what I'll feel when the baby gets to high school.