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Well folks, it's going to be a short post this week because I am in full hyperventilation mode at the moment. We're working our way through the hoopla of our oldest daughter's high school graduation process. I've noticed the tempo of events leading up to graduation week has accelerated until we've finally achieved full-out frenzy mode.
First, there was Senior Honors Night where we got to witness our kids rewarded for their academic achievements and applaud their various scholarship awards. Then there was the actual graduation ceremony last weekend, followed by the senior all-night party. Hubs and I challenged ourselves by volunteering for the 1:30 – 5:30 a.m. shift. (Yeah okay, I turned the volunteer form in late and we got stuck with the least popular time slot.) And now we're gearing up to host our girl's big graduation bash this weekend.
I can barely breathe.
Add to this the fact that for some odd reason a few months ago we thought, "Hey, the week of her party would be the perfect time to schedule her college orientation day, wouldn't it?" What the heck were we thinking?! And why do the parents have to get oriented anyway—didn't I do this once already?
Oh, and one more thing. We specifically picked this weekend for her party because our son plays soccer and soccer tryouts in our area are NEVER permitted to begin before June 15th--ever since he began playing soccer this has been the case. Probably ever since the history of soccer in our state. Until this year. Yup. We discovered after the party date had been set and the tent, table and chairs had been ordered, that soccer tryouts are THIS weekend as well.
Are we having fun yet?
I can't help but reflect though, that instead of hyperventilating I should really be grateful for this whole whirlwind of activity. Because once this weekend is over and I'm able to breathe again, I'll also have to focus on what's really going on here. And I'm not sure I really want to go there yet.