Stress Leads to Skinny

These past few months have been stressful for me...

Tax season just about kicked my arse this year for several reasons - namely because at the same time I was busy putting in 55 to 60 hour weeks, I was also juggling Thing 1's AAU basketball participation and Thing 2's baseball team being coached by the man I sleep with most nights (I say "most" because I kick him out of my big California King a night or two a week so I can cuddle with Thing 2!). Long story short, it was a tough tax season.

Now...I'm facing, all within the next two weeks, Thing 1's graduation from 8th grade (officially making me a MOM of a HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT) and Thing 2's All Star draft. I'm not sure which has me the most fitful.

Thing 2 has been a member of our league's All Star team for two years running. But you know, as much as I'd like to say the selection is based on skill, I also know there are politics that come into play. And that makes me nervous. Mostly because I'm not very good at politics. If I think something, I usually say it. If you piss me off, you know it. I'm not a "yes" man...eh hem...woman, I mean. I have opinions and I share them, when asked to. So, I probably get a D+ in politics that, when averaged with Thing 2's A- in skill doesn't add up to a very good grade. We will know for certain if he will be part of the two-time Dizzy Dean District Champs and two-time Dizzy Dean State Champs All Star Team again this year around May 24th and I'll share that info when it's made public. In the meantime, keep your fingers crossed and say a prayer that I can keep my mouth shut.

Thing 1's graduation is May 15th at 7 PM. I will be in tears beginning around 4:15 PM that afternoon so keep me in your thoughts. The other day, my pal, Cowgirl and I were chatting about recent stressful events in our lives - hers being the discovery of a snake in her office and mine, paling in comparison, being Thing 1's graduation. I told her, "I can't believe that he hasn't even shown the least amount of remorse for leaving behind his younger friends and his school! He doesn't seem the least bit sad over that." She gently reminded me that he was NOT sad about it - that all he was concentrating on now was The Big Adventure that awaits him - high school. And, as she usually is, she was right on the money. I felt the same way during my 8th grade graduation. Sure, I knew I'd miss the teachers who were special to me. But I couldn't WAIT to hit the halls of RCHS. I guess he feels the same way.

Anyway, my worries have shown up on the scales...I've dropped about 10 pounds this spring and my clothes are baggy. Not complaining, mind you, just curious at the loss of appetite. Nothing sounds good, nothing beckons me from the pantry or refrigerator...chocolate has lost all appeal. Not even Hiroshis, Formosa or P.F. Chang's look tempting.

This could be a very long summer, indeed.