First...I'm back.
I won't go into long sordid stories about what kept me away.
Because frankly, there's nothing sordid about it.
Second...on the day I'm back I've ingested a roll and a half
of Tums. I've also had two soda waters.
All to calm the stomach that is doing hula hoops
around my ass
No it's worse.
It's more like around my knees.
The diver kid of mine is 90 miles away
diving off the the likes of those platforms above.
She left at 6 a.m.
In a car
with other kids.
To practice in Tucson.
I won't say the name of the school.
That would just cause more heartburn.
Good lord please don't let her go to school there.
I know, that's horrible.
Back to the kids and the car
and the 6 a.m.
She's 12.
Of course when she asked to go and the dad
said, "hell NO!"
She quickly retorted with, "I'm almost a teenager!"
She's five minutes into being 12.
But she won her case.
She's in Tucson.
On a platform.
Diving.
To, in her words, get "better training and experience"
She just called minutes ago,
"hey mommy, it's awesome here, we're gonna stay longer, k?
p.s. I did it off the highest one. it was sick!"
I think sick means good.
But she called me mommy.
And for some reason that made the hula hoops go away.
At least for now...
Tears...
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