firsts and lasts

 i.am.tired.

"meet season" for two different sports has me worn and weary.

perspective change.

today was the last day i have to drive to tuesday wrestling practice with a "rookie" wrestler.  next season will bring only open brackets.  and he'll be 13.  what.

today was the first day that she "caught" her pak with her chest.  oh dear.  that might mean a bars scratch this weekend.  but so what, who cares?  plenty more bars to swing.  plus that catch led to a height measurement.  1/4 inch in 7.5 weeks?  that might be why!  she'll be 13 in a minute too.

debates about spring breaks.  high school credits.  jobs and when to leave them.  THAT baby will be 17 in a blink.  time is drawing short.

tuesdays have been chaos since the carpool fell apart.  it's 9:16pm & dinner is still in the oven.  so what.  who cares?  there's no bus to meet at 5am.  schoolwork will hold for an extra hour while we sleep.  

time is fleeting and these babies aren't keeping.