Julie Asks – Am I an Adult Yet?

1. Today is supposed to be the mark of the official start of summer — Harrison left for camp.  However, the 62 degrees, pouring rain, pounding thunder and black skies are screwing with me. 

2. In an act of genius, I opted to not start Georgie at camp until after the Fourth.  We’d hang at the pool, maybe go to the beach, ride bikes.  But, oh, wait, it has rained every day since he’s been out of school (with one exception) so we’ve been Plaster Fun Timing, movie-ing, television-ing, art project-ing for a week already.  We even went to the movies this morning only to have Georgie fall asleep in the car for 97 minutes while I drove around in the pouring rain trying to ignore: my hunger, my need to use the bathroom, my heavy eyelids and my self-berating over having cheaped out and not swung for camp this week.  Note to self: next summer, he starts the day after school.

3. I never cease to be amazed at the camp bus stop.  While Rich and I can barely contain our excitement (um, for Harrison and the great summer he is going to have…) there is always one crying mother, one parent who holds up the busses being able to pull out because they have to situate little Miriam or Jonathan (it is a Jewish camp, after all) on the bus, (how they will manage at camp without mom remains a mystery) and one dad who was so busy Blackberrying that he plum forgot to say goodbye.  I, however, am the one who lets out a loud “woo hoo” when I hear the engines fire up.  Adore my kid, but c’mon, life just got more than half as much easier in my house.

4. I laughed out loud at least three times that I can recall while watching “Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs”.

5. Georgie is sleeping at my mother’s house tonight.  His only concern is that she is able to find “Wipeout” on t.v. tonight.  I assured him that she can.  I am 75% confident in that promise.

6. Whomever wrote (and is, therefore, receiving the royalties) the SpongeBob episode where SB takes his licensing test must be a ridiculously wealthy person — I swear it is on daily.

7. George has announced to me that he is happy to be going to Nana’s tonight – “he could use a break from me”

8. I had an essay published in an online journal (http://www.survivorsreview.org/features.php?vol=9&art=132) and sent the link to several close friends as well as my oncologist.  He was the first person to respond.  It made me cry (a happy cry). 

9. I have an appointment tomorrow morning with a spine specialist (for, well, my spine).  I have been told to arrive at 6:40 a.m.  I strongly suggest he not be late.  Just sayin’…

10.  The time has come to deliver George to my mother.  I may not even take the time to finish this sentence…