At what? I'm not sure. But,
A. I drive a mini van.
B. I drive a mini van to soccer practices.
C. I'm forgetting lots of things.
D. I never understood when I was little why my dad would be bugged when my brothers and sisters and I would be playing (loudly and roughly and screamingly) and having a good time. I totally get it now.
E. I fall asleep earlier.
F. This summer, late in the evening, when people in our neighborhood set off fireworks sending my kids screaming and crying out of their beds, I was mad. Not at my kids at the people setting off the fireworks. We used to be those people setting off fireworks later at night. And, now?
Well, I guess I've arrived.
4 comments:
oops... was it the Grants and the Murphys :)
niether, across the street...
this is a funny post and i know what you mean. it's weird to realize we are getting older and to finally understand the grief our parents went through.
Count me in too!
Post a Comment