Why am I bothering, you ask (or not)?
Not sure... but so much is going on, and I have been recently challenged toward greater authenticity and vulnerability, and my subtitle about the whole working mom thing shows that I'm obviously not keeping up with that plus this blog - although that was the idea behind starting this - to chronicle what it's really like, at least for me. Which actually speaks volumes, I guess.
About the tyranny of the urgent
And good ideas falling short of their potential
And dull thoughts leading to having little to say
And lack of inspiration
And maybe lack of vulnerability (but probably not)
And a little bit of fear
And stage of life - which is the best excuse ever for anyone, because we're all in one ALL THE TIME.
Quick update, so I can hopefully jump into the craziness of all that's coming up with a little more frequency and vulnerability and less necessary background information, because what is coming is something vastly different for us.
College.
Two children (not twins, so a bit unexpected) going off to college in the fall. Abby is heading to Texas Tech as a scholarship recipient and Mechanical Engineering major and National Merit Scholar. Emma is heading to the University of North Texas as a Texas Academy of Math and Science (early college entrance) scholarship recipient... which all makes us ridiculously proud, especially because people automatically assume Greg and I passed on the smart genes and are also "that way". We actually scored the same terribly unimpressive middle of the road score on our SAT, but keep that to yourself, and I think we're getting smarter anyway.
Grace will be going to "The Intermediate School" next year as a 5th grader and definitely staying home.
And well, I'm ordering raincoats in the middle of the night on Amazon so Abby and Emma will be able to walk to class in the rain because I'm having little panic attacks like that. And Greg couldn't sleep one night, because all he could think about was how we needed an external hard drive to back up all of our pictures of the girls in case the computer crashed that night, and was there any kind of emergency 24 hour Best Buy for such things?
And as we head into prom and graduation and all of the unknown beyond, I hope to be a little more present and real here... maybe.
