Just My 19th Nervous Breakdown
Hola, Wild Boy friends and family, and welcome to summer vacation. As much as I thought we'd be settled in to a nice, relaxed rhythm by now that is definitely not the case. And why, you ask? Because I'm a helicopter mom, that's why. I know, all of you that have tracked the evolution of the Wild Boys and their injuries are thinking I'm not a very good helicopter mom, right? Well I'll square with you. It was never my intention to helicopter at all. But once they started stacking deck chairs to form diving platforms for their wading pool I realized that if I didn't hover obsessively they would die. So it wasn't necessarily me wanting to live their lives vicariously, it was more just wanting them to live. It's worked out pretty well so far, because between the cop and I we have paranoia to spare so I can anticipate and usually head off anything that banshee shrieks "danger" well in advance. But this week brought the moment I was in no way prepa...