Month: May 2020

May 26th 2020

My son is trying to kill me…….. somewhere in the recess of his mind he thinks that his older mother can keep up with a D1 athletes workout regimen, where did I go wrong?  He forced me to workout with him, which means I nearly died. 85 degree heat with 63 percent humidity only cemented the fact that he was trying to kill me. He made me run. That’s right R-U-N. I only run if something or someone is chasing me. I am not a pleasure runner, there is nothing about those two words together that make sense to me. When I hear that someone loves running and can’t imagine a day without it, I look at them as though they just spoke greek and expect me to lapse into the language. I don’t get it. I have never had the supposed “runners high” that long time runners get, I was once told “just wait sometimes it takes awhile, then you get a runners high and you can’t stop”. Look, if I didn’t get it after six years of running in the military, it ain’t happening.  I am beginning to believe that this supposed runners high doesn’t actually exist but is just hype that runners came up with to try and get the rest of us to suffer with them; you’re not fooling me, I am on to your scheme.  But I digress… basically my son made me run and I spent fifteen minutes after we were done, grilling him about why he is trying to kill me, To be completely honest the grilling session lasted longer than fifteen minutes because I was trying to breath in between accusations I was throwing at him. His only reply was “I am actually trying to make you live longer, because I love you”…yeah right, like that’s a viable reason.

Ended my day sending a text message worrying about feeling left out in a group of friends I have, to the wrong person. Before you ask, yes, I sent the text message to a friend in the group I was worrying about. Sigh. The beauty of this error is that my friend responded in the way that only she can. Her text read ” stop worrying so much! Don’t worry be happy!” As an expert level worrier, this surprisingly made me laugh out loud (lol for you millennials out there) and actually stop worrying. About that particular falsely made up issue anyway. On to the next….. These imagined issues don’t worry about themselves, people.

May 24th 2020

I am a 38 year old wife and mother to a son who is leaving for college. He is my only child. This means I am about to be an empty nester before I turn 40. 4-0! What the hell am I supposed to do now? I have spent the last 17 years as a stay at home, sometimes working, mother. My biggest priority and job was to take care of our son and help him achieve his goals. His goals were lofty and ambitious which means the job was relentless and took everything I had to help him. Brilliant person that he is, he knocked his goals out of the park. He’s going to play D1 rugby and attend a prestigious honors college. It’s going to be a truly amazing adventure for him that I can’t wait to watch him take (no seriously, I am really excited for him). I don’t want to sound selfish but here’s my issue….. what do I do now? I literally have no clue what is next. Which is both exciting and terrifying (that should be the tag line for mother hood if we are being honest). The fun part is that you get to come along with me while I clumsely navigate my way through this next stage of my life. The one thing I do know is that it is going to be emotional  it’s going to get weird and it’s gonna be one hell of a ride.