Big was sitting on the couch eating her mini corndogs (yes, I feed my children that trash. I also let them drink Coke while they said trash. Sue me.)
She called me into the den.
I just knew there was another spill or ketchup smeared on the walls again.
This time I walked in and she looked up at me and said, "Mom, how many more years until I am in college?"
I automatically answered, "A LOT!"
Ummm... no. Not really.
I thought about it. I stood there in utter disbelief. This was the first time I had realized how little time she has left as an elementary school, middle school and high school student.
"12. Only 12 more years," I told her with a big lump in my throat.
These past 6 years have gone by so incredibly fast. Before I know it, 12 years will have passed and my Big will be packing up to go to college.
I will admit, some days I wish things were easier. My children are at such a demanding age. In reality, I know I will miss it. I am sure there will be a honeymoon period though where I am in paradise and my kids will leave the hell alone. I am so looking forward to those days. But the reality of the situation... I am not looking forward to.
12 years and my Big will be a college student.
I am going to go cry now.