How to describe the panic of separation and its necessity? I am overcome with sobs of grief but luckily my husband is there ever so sensitive, “she didn’t die ya know.”
College drop off. When you realize that all the crap you bought was already at the college Target down the road for a fraction of the price you paid.
College drop off, which we’ve talked about ad nauseum. Do your work. Don’t talk to idiot jocks. Focus because I’m paying for this out of my sweat.
College drop off. I’m repeating myself over and over. Don’t forget if you need anything….
Alexa keeps talking back to my husband, taunting him. “I don’t have a good connection,” the little bastard says, as though if we can’t hook up Alexa we can’t graduate as parents. FU Alexa. Right? (Turns out school doesn’t want Alexa on their wi-fi). There is no parents group for this.
So now I just want to lie down for like a month. There has been a lot of schlepping to this game. And only the fittest survive. Game of Thrones, or Hunger Games. We get to pay to play now. So don’t think I’m so good. I’m just hangin on…
I do hope Arya has her say. And my daughter too. For duking it out to get that Spanish class. For making friends. For not being an asshole. God grant me the serenity to make the 6 hour drive again and again. Oh, and keep her safe from harm, not ideas.