My oldest is packing to head back to college; her and some friends are getting together for a movie marathon the rest of the week–all Harry Potter movies and all the Star Wars movies. They should have fun. I miss college–I enjoyed my time there a great deal and am glad she’s so far enjoying hers.
We’re packing to go to the dance competition and I’m getting more stressed about it by the day. I hate dance competitions, and this one is the first major one we’ve attended. Groups from all over will be there, and I don’t think our little groups stand a chance. I’ve never wanted my kids this deeply involved in dance, where we’re running all over the country to compete. But my youngest wanted to try it so here we are. I just don’t want to lose my peace and temper over it, but I’m afraid I’ve already lost the first. I just hope I don’t lose the second.