They tell me.........

that in a few years, more like 10, I will miss all this.

I will miss all the running around that I have to do on a daily basis. I know they're right, I will miss being busy when they get older and don't "need" me anymore.

I think back and remember when I was a tween and a teen. If we couldn't walk to it or get there by bus, we probably just didn't go. I don't remember asking my mother to drive me to places. I'm pretty sure we just got ourselves there. I don't remember her driving us to the dance or sitting in her car while reading a book just waiting for me to come out. I just think things were so different and it didn't work that way back in the 70s and 80s.

This weekend I drove my one son and his friend over to a mall in New Jersey to buy a t shirt at Hot Topic. It had to be that specific Hot Topic because on Thursday of this week, they are having this band there. So if you go over and buy a t shirt, you get the arm band which allows you in to see the band. I have no idea of the name of the band even though he told me several times. I try to remember, it just seems to get lost by more important things like where I left my car keys or what day of the week it is.

I'll admit, I love doing all these things. I want to be that mom. I want my kids to look back and say my mom always was there to take us here and there, or my mom always let us have our friends over. I want to be the mom that makes the pizza rolls, lets 10 kids lay all over the living room floor watching a movie and bakes 2 dozen cupcakes cause it's one of the girls birthday.

I just wish the government would send me a nice check every week for being that mom! It would be so much more fun to be that mom if I didn't have to work every day.

So this week I have one son with play rehearsal every night because the big show is this weekend, I have another one with the All Star Soccer game and a band he just has to see, and a daughter with an art class and a new engineering club. Throw in 3 shows of the play this weekend, the school dance that I run, which includes finding some time to do the shopping for that dance some time during the week, a few trips to the grocery store and Target, and with a little luck, some time to stop in the hairdresser to beg her to cut my hair and wax my eyebrows. And let's not forget, a little alone time with Ms. Clairol because teaching the oldest to drive is just ruining my perfectly natural blond!

I think "they" are right though! I'm going to miss this.

Until then I guess it's dark circles and uneven gray hair!