A Grandmother's worst fear...New Years Eve...knowing that your baby is out roaming the streets, unaccompanied by his guardian angel...Grandma. Getting into all kinds of mischief that you never did...uhum...but the worst of it is...he turns 21 at the stroke of midnight...now is this gonna be one of those nail-biting nights???It wouldn't be so bad if he lived closer, but he's in Iowa City an hour away, so it's not like I can be the designated driver when I get the phone call to 'come pick me up.' Not only that, it's a college town...no partying going on there...RIGHT!
All I can do is sit, best friend to a bottle of wine... you know, pain relief...I remember what it was like the day my daughter turned 21...hell, I remember mine...I need something stronger than wine, way stronger! Who am I fooling, 2 glasses puts me in ER , maybe my good friend Jack Daniels is around somewhere.
The night will never end...but I'm gonna trust that he'll use common sense and not drive (swallowing hard) and will call his Granny first thing in the morning, er afternoon, when he can open his eyes without pain...just to tell me how much fun he had and how bad it hurts.
Brings back those painful memories aye...bring on the junk food!
But to all my bloggy friends...sorry about the music...I couldn't help myself...but we'll get through it, for tomorrow is a new day...a new beginning...a new hope. Let's all believe just for one second that it can happen, change is in the air, I can feel it, how 'bout you...
Have a wonderful New Year friends...spread the LOVE!
PEACE
