At first, this blog was throwing bottled messages out into the ocean, wondering if my voice could be heard. Then it was a place to meet other parents, like-minded or not. Then it was a place to amuse people. It was a place for me to practice writing. Now I think I want it to be a scrap book of memories.
I look back and realize that I can’t come up with funny stories of the boys a year or two ago. But I can tell them all the ones I wrote about them. I can tell them first words and Penis Rules and little crazy adventures.
But now life is so hectic. Get up before the boys, get ready, get them off the computers, get them ready, help with breakfast, get to school, get freshman to learn something (ANYTHING), get home, get the boys to finish their homework, get them to eat, get them to do something (ANYTHING) other than computers, get them to bed, get the grading done, get the lunches made, get some writing done, get to bed.
That’s a lot of getting. Though that doesn’t count getting them to their practices and getting them to their clubs.
The weekends are not that much better. Now that school has started with grading to do and planning to do and homework and projects.
With Tornado E in his last year in middle school, I realize childhood is ending. Slowly. And I want to remember these moments. I desperately need to remember these moments.
And maybe I can use the blog as I did when they were toddlers. Finding the humor in their annoying antics.
And maybe one of these messages will help another parent struggling through this hectic, chaotic mess of a life.
So I’m writing for myself, even as I through the bottle into the sea.