I've been running around all morning thinking it was Tuesday. Double Shot informed me otherwise. I feel so discombooberated. I normally live by my day planner... but I don't know where it is. I haven't seen it since before we left on vacation. I am afraid it is somewhere in the storage area of our basement. Somebody, please, just. shoot. me.
I don't really have anything to blog about. I am feeling very stressed. Frappy leaves for college in three weeks. THREE WEEKS!!! Double Shot starts school in three weeks. THREE WEEKS!!! Wait... no... LESS THAN THAT!!! Seventeen Days until Double Shot goes back to school and nineteen days until we drop Frappy off... I'm hyperventilating... Where is my day planner?!?!?! I am having. a. PANIC. ATTACK.
I feel like my life is, all of a sudden, on a speeding freight train. I NEED my day planner... I NEED to make some lists... I NEED a brown paper bag!
Everything is happening too fast. I feel like I did on my wedding day... all the waiting and thinking about it... the preparing for it... and then I was walking down the aisle with my father and I felt like it was all going too fast. I remember standing before the pastor, next to Mr. Macchiato and thinking this is it... wait. wait. WAIT... this is happening too fast!!!
How can we be here? Already? Chai Tea is already living on her own. Frappy is leaving. In a matter of weeks only Double Shot will be home. I wasn't going to be one of those moms. I've always wanted my children to be independent and to fly away... I just didn't think it would happen so fast. I am one of those moms. You know... the ones who cry. I do NOT know how I am going to make it through the fall preview with her. I do NOT know how I am going to be able to get in my car and drive away.
It is all happening too fast.