I’m Tired

I’m tired… for my kid.

I recently attended my daughter’s high school back-to-school night and as I was going through her classes, I kept thinking, “Man, that’s a lot of work”  and “Wow, that’s a lot to remember” and an occasional “What the hell are they talking about?”  but mostly I was thinking “God, end this night. I really need to get home so I can lie on the couch.”

I’m so glad I’m done with that part of my life. When I went to high school, I was a straight B student and my only activity for the year was playing rec softball for eight weeks with my friends for fun. (Back when you could actually smoke a cigarette during the game – but only in the outfield because we had rules you know.)

It’s different now. They’ve got to have all honors or AP classes, be on travel sports teams, play an instrument, start a company, save a baby, invent a rocket, cure a disease, whatever it takes to get ahead and get into the BEST college so they can have the BEST career, blah, blah, blah.

I’m guilty of wanting that for my kids too sometimes, but then I remember that all I REALLY want is for them to enjoy their life. Whatever that means for them. Maybe it is to save a baby or invent a rocket.

For me, sometimes it’s just to lie on the couch…