Almost there…we can do this

Last weekend before school starts. Thank god. I have so many mixed emotions that I find myself being sad, happy, relieved, and scared all at the same time.

Wednesday the school year begins. I feel a sense of relief in so many ways. Mostly because I made it through the summer, and this one was particularly challenging.

I often forget that since I’ve lost my housemate, best friend, co-parent, and more importantly my Mother, my daily challenges are so much more. This is the first summer EVER that I have been solely responsible for EVERYTHING. When I say everything I am really talking about my daughter. We moved in with my Mom when she was just three. Having two Mom’s is all she knew. My mom did everything for her, for us. I just had no idea HOW much. It’s amazing how much you miss when you have blinders on.

BUT, we made it, We did it. Together. It was hard and frustrating and very overwhelming but we did it.

Now my baby girl somehow is entering her Junior year. I remember my junior year as being one of the best. I pray her’s is the same. As much I look forward to watching her cheer as a Varsity cheerleader, I am sad. I have lost my the going to every game and sitting in heat buddy. My mom didn’t miss a game, she always sat right in front of my daughter and cheered her on while she cheered, (she was her second biggest fan). One of the last things my mom said to my daughter was ” I will still be there with you for Friday nights lights”


So I face braving the games alone, but I know for sure my Mom will be sitting in the stands right next to me.

Okay, dry your eyes. I have to talk about the fucking tree.

We have this tree in front of our house. It’s more than a tree, it’s a beast and once summer comes the monster spits seeds and debris that will rip open your feet if you dare to walk barefoot anytime once it’s dropped. Knowing this and remembering good ole’ Diana (mom) sweeping up the fallout every day so the neighbors and dog walkers wouldn’t be affected.

I am not Diana. I had NO intention on sweeping up that crap every day. I remember my Mom calling the city once to have to trimmed. So I called the city.  I started months ago, the day I saw the first seed appear on the branch. I WAS NOT going to sweep that shit up.

I called and called. Cried and complained. Used every dramatic excuse I could think of, “I saw a rat in the tree” (I didn’t ). “The tree is about to break off and fall on one of the seniors going to the senior center or to the Redlands bowl!!! (never happened but it COULD have). “A piece of the tree FELL ON A CAR” (that IS true, but it happened years ago).

So weeks go by and I keep getting the “we are getting you as soon as possible (eye roll). Meanwhile, I am watching the tree like a Hawk, waiting for something to drop from the branches.

One morning I go outside and my worst fears confirmed. It had started, the ground was already covered. Fuck. I go to work determined to get this taken care of.

Five days later, the tree is still there and yes dropping shit on the ground like crazy. Sunday morning I woke up and stood in my doorway with my arms crossed. Obstinate. I AM NOT GOING TO SWEEP!

Then I thought oh fuck it. I put on my shoes and go outside with the broom.

Now, let’s remember that I live with just my teenage daughter. Clothes are not really a requirement, and since it has been a million degrees here, what we wear at home seems appropriate. We both spend most of our leisure time wearing booty shorts and sports bras. Naturally, on that Sunday morning that was my attire. Honestly, I didn’t even think to put clothes on once I decided to sweep…. I was focused and determined.

As I was sweeping away (in my sports bra and booty shorts), I was thinking, well this isn’t too bad. It really is a good upper body workout… Then I heard the voices.

Women, many different women, talking and laughing in distant conversation.

I was afraid to look up. When I finally did, I saw a group of 20 women walking with their coffee and their daughters. 

Coming towards me was a mother-daughter coffee walk that was clearly sponsored by Lululemon. In their matching shirts and $100 pants, the voices were getting louder as they were getting closer.

Fuck, what do I do? I can’t run now. I could feel them judging me (although they probably weren’t, who am I kidding I look great in a sports bra and booty shorts of course they were). So I just kept on sweeping, smiling and nodding hello. Those bitches should have been grateful, I just swept up the sidewalk they were walking on and saved their brand new $400 shoes.

Wow, 2.0 is on a roll today.

That was Sunday. Monday I got up and swept in my bootie shorts. Tuesday I got up and swept in my booty shorts.

Wednesday the city was here first thing in the morning to trim the tree.

And that my friends is the way you get shit done in Redlands.




4 thoughts on “Almost there…we can do this

  1. Hahaha….That’s a cute story. Thank you for that snippet into your week.

    My kid is starting Junior year this year as well. This is the important College/SATs/ACT year. I wish them both the best in all their endeavors.


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