The Teenager drove herself to school this morning; making today the first school day in over a decade that I have not battled inept drivers in the drop-off lane. You would think that I would be thrilled with this turn of events and, I am. I'm just...processing the change. That's it; I'm processing.
The Teenager also drove herself to Hooterville to watch a soccer game last night and I only made her call to check in when she arrived at the soccer field. And, you know, when she left the soccer field. I don't plan to continue this Helicopter-Mom business for the long term, but, for now; one could grow dizzy from watching my blades spin. I own that.
In my defense, the Man-Cub walks to school every morning because he likes to get there early for open-gym time. I don't supervise the walk nor do I require him to call me upon arriving at the school (you know, anymore), so, I am less helicoptery than some parents.
SpellCheck refuses to recognize helicoptery as a word. Clearly, SpellCheck has no children over which to hover.
In news unrelated to my offspring, or, to my paranoid parenting of such; I think I have finally managed to kick my cold to the curb, at least, I am able to breathe without coughing, today.
This begs the question of whether or not I was actually allergic to the school drop-off lane. I'm going to go with yes.