Summer is Officially Over

Summer is officially over for Son. He started back to school yesterday, although it was a short day. Only two more years of high school to go - I'm sure they will fly by but he's equally sure they will drag. There are many things I will not miss, but I fear there are many more that I will!

My father-in-law had his golf cart taken away. Apparently you have to have a special permit to drive one in town - I didn't know that. And your cart has to have working headlights, turn signals, and taillights. His had none of the above. The police had received complaints about him being out and about before dawn, and we agree driving around with no lights is a hazard. So my mother-in-law sold the golf cart (she's not sharing any information on to who or when), and now my father-in-law has what amounts to a tricycle: a three-wheel bicycle. The problem didn't go away - he could still take off at 3 AM and ride around town - the vehicle just changed.

My mom is still going to physical therapy for the shoulder surgery she had this spring, but is doing well. She's been fighting some respiratory problems though.  Dad is having more episodes where he is really out of it, doesn't know where he is or what is going on around him. He doesn't want to admit it's happening and doesn't want any of us kids to know. I feel the need to check on them more often knowing this is happening.

We're also throwing a new dimension of worry into our immediate family picture. Daughter has been having really bad headaches off and on all summer. Getting in to see the neurologist was a challenge, but our day is almost here. We see him this week. I sure hope he can help us figure out what is causing the headaches, and that it's nothing major. She's been keeping a log of dates and headaches, how long they last and their intensity. She's eating healthier, too. But nothing seems to be helping relieve the headaches once they start. I try not to let her know how much I worry that something might be really wrong, but I know it has crossed her mind, too.  I pray that nothing is seriously wrong and that the neurologist can find the cause and treat them.

Back to school means my life is once again not my own! Between family and soccer games, we'll be on the road almost as much as we are at home. That doesn't bode well for healthy eating, or getting enough rest.  But each year we manage to get through it. I keep reminding myself it's only two more years, and then what will I do?  I'm sure I'll find plenty of things to keep me busy, but it won't be the same. So while I may vent, I wouldn't trade it for the world!