Life is Bittersweet!

At 40 years of age, I have finally experienced "bittersweet." I will make this short, for Nan. Today was a weird day in our household. Last night I knew that Elle was not feeling well, and it was confirmed today when she woke up, red cheeked and not concerned that she might not be able to spend the night away on Friday if she did not attend school on Thursday. In order not to interrupt Elle's sleep, I had the older two girls get a ride to school. My problem begins after school. Too many places to be and not enough drivers (dad is in Pennsylvania eating Hershey's chocolate!). Now that I have a driver in the house, this has eased up a bit. However, my anxiety with her driving has not. She is a very good driver. I am not a very good waiter. Katie had a tennis dinner this evening and at 10:15, I realized that she was not home, yet. Not for any other reason than I was watching Will & Grace on TV and got lost in the moment (that's a topic for another blog). I called her and told her that she needed to head home. Of course, she was already on her way...aren't they all? At that point I realized that I was sooo excited that she was driving, that I realized that her father and I had not gone over the "rules." The "rules", I might add, do not come about until you realize that as parents you have screwed up and have not gone over them with the teenager. Can you spell "PROBLEM"? All's well, Katie is our prototype. The other two do not have a chance. This is bittersweet...I am thrilled with the help that I am receiving in adding a driver into our house...but I am sad that I have now become my parents.