Here it comes. The metaphorical hurricane of emotion, stress, responsibility, birthdays, planning, money, girl scouts, judo, football, baseball, cheerfreakinleading, and a new project at work.
I turn 41 in about a week. It means nothing to you, because it doesn’t mean anything to anyone else, including me. I have one child that celebrated her 8th year of life last weekend, I have a another child, the sweet blond baby girl, Carly Shane aka “The Goose” droppin 7 years down two days after me, on the 12th. My oldest daughter’s cheerleading has started, in earnest, as of yesterday. Lanier High JV took one on the chin 38-3 but Tay and her cheer partners were perfect.
Tay did it all with a sprained ankle. I did it all with a full scale anxiety attack last night that kept me in knots until midnight. Welcome back, crazy. This month is going to be hard, so I will have to be more robot than ever.
I will begin traveling more for work next week. That puts pressure on my wife to handle the girls and their emerging activities. Goose starts girl scouts in two weeks while Bug continues beating people senseless at judo.
I honestly doesn’t know how we will get through the fall season, or as I’ve renamed it, the Mad Season. Tay’s Homecoming is at the end of the month of September. There’s a dress to buy and accutruments associated. Money will tight and distributed among the children.
For the second year ina row, my birthday will be put aside, for the most part. Bobina’s going to come home from work Saturday afternoon, dead tired, put on a brave face and something “comfortable” and try to make the most of it. I love her for that.
Fall has started even though it’s 95 degrees. The Mad Season of never having a dull moment nor a peaceful money time is here. Time to shut up, grow up, and deal. This is the end of the summer and the end of just getting by. Time to get to work.
I’m rockin multiple prompts. You have my girls at www.writeonedge.com and their “talk about a season or the season” and you have the stars at www.studiothirtyplus.com and their prompt “The End”. Go check out their sites. Great people reside their and for some reason they kinda sorta like me.
Today’s song is from Matchbox Twenty. It doesn’t rock like a Rage song would, but the lyrics are perfect and it’s mostly about dealing poorly with stress, like you robot human hybrid hero does or doesn’t do. Here’s Mad Season.