When Did That happen?

I got a letter from The Teenager’s school today. Inside the letter were her current semester grades (A’s and B’s! Even in P.E.! It’s a gosh-darned miracle!) and an invitation to attend the upcoming Freshman Orientation.

For a split second I assumed the school had made a mistake in including the invitation because my daughter? Not old enough to be attending a freshman Orientation! She’s a baby; she’s barely in Middle School, eighth grade to be exact, why she’s…

CRAP

She’s going to be a Freshman.

Once the realization hit, my ovaries gasped their dying breath and every strand of (natural) brunette hair on my head gave up the battle against the gray.

I fully intend to need the support of a walker by this time tomorrow. Also, now might be a good time to start visiting nursing homes; I wouldn’t want to get stuck in a crappy one.

But, seriously…when did that happen?