It is the last week of summer, and I've officially been hit right between the eyes by the doldrums.
Next Tuesday I will bring R & V to their first day of Kindergarten. I will likely collapse in an inconsolable heap while they stoically march away hauling their oversized backpacks and Hello Kitty lunchboxes.
The following week they will be wearing eyeliner, smoking, and locking their bedroom door so they can talk to sullen teenage boys on the telephone. By mid-year they'll graduate from college, get jobs, buy houses, and call each other to complain about how annoying I am. And how annoying I have, in fact, been for their entire lives. And they will laugh and laugh and laugh about it.
I will shrivel up and perish.
It's so over.