Christmas is over. Bob still has a week of vacation. I have no idea what day it is. Our sleep schedule is hosed. We’ve eaten too many cookies.
Adulthood: acting like lazy teenagers because we can.
In between the pesky responsibility of being an adult.
But hey…vacation.
Christmas.
Two days of familial social obligations.
For two staunch introverts that’s a whole lot of human interaction.
The day after we slept late and then took a nap.
Sleep. Glorious sleep.
These kids man…
They’re growing up too fast. And they’re making me feel SO OLD.
The big one on the right turns eighteen next month. He’s back on track with school (after his mother screwed him over), he has a job, he has a car, and he’s changed so much since the last time I saw him. It boggles my mind that my oldest nephew is weeks away from being a legal adult. How the hell did that happen?
Once upon a time my mom told me that once I was done with school, time would fly by in a blur. And then I graduated from high school and now it’s eighteen years later. Some days feel never-ending, but somehow it’s already the end of the year. I remember a time when 1998 seemed so far away. Now we’re four days away from the end of 2015.
Time.
It flies.
And I have no idea how to feel about that.
Other than old.
I feel old.
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