My head wants to hit the table. I’m that bone tired.
Tonight was the kickoff party for my daughter Tory’s high school volleyball team. I am the Booster Club. No, seriously. I am. This party is a dog and pony show that I enjoy, but it’s still exhausting to prep and deliver. You want to know something weird? I keep on keeping on because I know these are “lasts” for me. This will be the last kickoff event I do for Tory’s team. It will be the last time I watch her play high school volleyball and maybe the last time I see her play volleyball period.
My daughter’s senior year is beginning and she can’t wait. My daughter’s senior year is beginning and I am almost completely undone at the thought of all the “lasts.”
Perhaps now, when I’m exhausted, is not the best time to reflect on these life changes.
I’m going to bed.
Like Scarlett O’Hara, I’ll think about it tomorrow.