My 12-year-old is waiting for me to finish writing so we can watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Somehow, my 15-year-old is in the driveway with his dad getting a pre-driving driving lesson.
“In just a few months I’ll be able to actually drive,” he said.
Before that, I was at Home Goods, missing my daughter.
“I had to call my daughter who is away at school to ask her about having these pillows together!” I told the associate when she complimented the dining room chair pillows I had picked out.
Before that, I had indeed been Facetiming my daughter. She was at dinner, but answered the phone anyway and helped me decide on a few things.
“Why do you have to go to college anyway?” I asked her. “Shouldn’t you live here so you can go to Home Goods with me?”
Before that, I’m pretty sure, My kids were babies.