Last night Ashley went to a concert with a bunch of her friends in Denver. We talked about how she'd get home past her curfew due to the concert not even starting until 9:00 and the hour or so drive it would take to get back home. Her dad and I were okay with that.
I went to bed at 10:30.....I tossed and turned, I kept looking at the clock. When it was finally about midnight, she called to let us know the concert was over and they were going to grab some food and head home. I tossed and turned some more....I thought of all the horrible things that could happen to a group of kids on the way home. I felt sick to my stomach. I listened to my husband snore and wonder how he could sleep. At 2:00 a.m. she walked in the door, let us know she was home and went to bed. I laid there, relieved she was home, safe and sound. Why couldn't I sleep? Once again, the hubby was snoring away. I'm not sure what time I fell asleep, I suppose once the knots left my stomach and I quit thinking of horrible things, afterall, she was upstairs in her room. I do have to say, 6:00 a.m. came awfully quick!
Do Mom's ever get over that feeling when their children go off with a bunch of their friends? Do dad's always just snore away? I guess my only consolation is that some day (far in the future I hope!), my kids will have kids of their own and they'll know what it feels like. Afterall, they think I'm a total idiot now!
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