#parenting

In an overcast Falmouth. Woke up dreading the long drive home, after the constant recurring nightmare that I am rushing to get to a flight and am hopelessly late, then another that I was trying to help one son into a swimsuit and he started sobbing and I put my cheek against his wet eyes. Then I wondered where the other son was and wondered if I had left him in a hot car, but realized he is now more than capable of exiting a car. One time after my recent breakup I had the late-for-my-flight dream but I was in a hotel room with the ex and for once I didn't mind or feel stressed.

That's one way to look at it. Another is "my dumb kid is gettin' into Harvard!!"