In the middle of watching Rock of Love I looked at Chuck and said, "I'm going to be FORTY-FIVE years old when the twins graduate from high school!" "What the hell am I going to do with myself?".
Up to that point I'd always been excited about being so young and hadn't given it much thought really- the plan was that we would hone our sailing skills and make tons of money and then when we are almost the age some of our good friends are now, we'd rent the house out and sail off into the sunset- maybe start in the Bahamas and then work our way down for a few years? That is still the plan, but I realized that Chuck will only be 47 or 48 at that point- who the hell retires when they are 47? We'll have 4 kids in college (hopefully) and will be riding the wave of debt associated with private school tuition.
I read an article in the local paper yesterday that talked about "young" people having babies and how isolated they were from their peers- the featured couple was 30 and 32 years old. Wa? I was a very new 24 when I had Mary. Since when is 30 considered an early age to start having children? Given, we are in the South and a little behind the times- but is 30 really so young now? I must be in my own little world because it still catches me off guard when I'm introduced as having "four little girls" and the person looks shocked. meh.
Anyway- We plan on dragging the kids along with us on our travels for the next 15 years and I want to document lots of it for them to have later. I pretty much remember nothing from vacations other than sporadic little snips- finding a stolen wallet in Victoria, burying the hose with Chris Kiesel in Pensacola, rainy new york etc etc...
The good news is they'll have this to refresh their memories- the bad news? It's mom's version...
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