I was looking forward to school return, in order to be able to set my own schedule and actually do some writing during the day, while the big 'uns are away. So far it's been a rather weird school return, though, since Grumpy started on Wednesday while Monster isn't going back before Monday. So only half of my own schedule. I still haven't done any writing, by the way.
With Monster in sixth form, a lot of the school trappings, like uniforms, are done away. And while Grumpy feels a tad melancholy about how fast they grow, I find myself missing my own lost youth. Why didn't I get to fool around with boys and party like it was 1999 when I was in the final run of secondary school?
The question is rhetorical, so don't get your knickers in a wad. The answer is: too much homework. But that doesn't make the regret any less. Way it is: we want it all. When we're young we want the grades and the social life, and when we're older we want the career and the family. Something always has to give, and something is always regretted, no matter what we choose.
(I still want to go clubbing all night, though...)
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