You know that stage of motherhood when your children are too old for mommy and me playdates, but you’re not quite ready to throw your lot in with the Empty Nesters Knitting Needles Group? When you catch yourself pointing out cows as you drive to an empty back seat, routinely pulling out grey hairs, and contemplating bangs to hide your wrinkles? That stage. The one when you send all your children off too school every morning and are so ready to spread your wings of independence, but are afraid to fly.
Ahh, the middle school years of motherhood. Minus the pimples… unless you eat an entire tray of brownies because you don’t have any children around to remind you that you’re supposed to be the adult. Please tell me this awkward stage passes quickly.