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I have failed in my duties as a mother. I have not prepared my children to go out into this world and survive on their own. The other day my 19 year old asked me how one would get a package from our house to her friend's dorm in San Diego.
Community Events, September 2016
My daughter decided to celebrate her birthday over Labor Day weekend. One because the date and venue of the anime convention I usually took them to changed, and two, a couple of the girls she goes to the convention with were leaving for college soon. It's just another adult reality in her new, post-graduate life: get a job, go off to college, and celebrate your birthday when it's convenient for your friends.
I had a vague idea what Labor Day was, so I looked it up. Loosely translated it means barbecues and yard work for America. I personally have been laboring all week to excavate along my fence to create a new flower bed.
Forgive me for the continued obsession over my daughters' graveyard schedules; going to bed in the wee hours of the morning, getting up by the time their dad gets home from work. I just don't like this newly acquired bad adult habit. I would like to converse with them before it gets dark; maybe plan a family outing or something that doesn't include star gazing.
I've mentioned before how my kids are vampires. They are still awake in the wee hours of the morning when everyone else is asleep. Sometimes they tell their father, who leaves around 4:30 a.m., goodbye.