I did it, Barrelassers! I said I was going to get on a plane for the first time this year (my 40th year) and I did it! Thanks to my son for joining the Air National Guard and having a graduation seventeen hours driving time from home- I had no other real choice but to get on a plane. I mean I suppose I could have driven it, but I would never risk driving that distance with my teenage daughter being as miserable as teenage daughters are when they are stuck in a car with their parents.
Did I mention that I also managed to make it through eight and a half weeks with my son being away at BMT at Lackland Air Force Base? What about making it through my other son’s high school graduation and then moving him into his dorm to start his first year of college? How about the fact that my daughter got her learner’s permit and is slowly but surely taking over the driver’s seat in our car? I’m not an expert on anything except being right and sometimes being a smart ass, but even I know when enough is enough. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear that my children are trying to push me over the edge. The edge of what I do not know, but I am certain there is an edge because I have been teetering on it all year long.
I’ve had a roller coaster of a year, and the year is still not over. But I have made it so far and I plan to kick and scream my way through what’s left of it. Hide and watch me. Actually, do not hide and watch me; that would be weird as hell.
|Armed with a permit and not afraid to use it!|
|After a very long, stressful eight and a half weeks, I finally got my hands on my Airman!|
|Armed with a bright future and not afraid to use it!|
|Armed with a diploma and not afraid to use it!|
|Armed with hugs and not afraid to use them! Leaving him at college 😦
Enjoy, Barrelassers 😉