I’m out. Deliberately Avoiding Your Call.

In just two and a half weeks, my baby will be 16 years old. 16! Of course, he doesn’t care that he’s 16. Apparently, it’s not as big a deal to boys as it is to girls. But to me, it’s one more year come and gone, taking my little boy and turning him into a man.

Today he picks up his class ring from the jeweler. I’m both excited to see it and dreading it at the same time. It just means he’s that much closer to graduating from high school and (hopefully) leaving the nest. Which means I’m that much closer to having to figure out exactly what I’m going to do with all that free time.

We’ve been making lists of colleges to visit next summer. So far we have Berklee, University of Indiana, NYU and Ohio State. I’m hoping he’ll want to stay somewhere in state so I won’t be paying for his college for the rest of my life, but he’s pretty set on going somewhere that will advance his music career. And that means I’ll be broke for the rest of my life.

Of course, I do work for a company that has offices in almost every state, so I could always transfer so he’d be an In-State student. Although, I don’t want to go from one cold mess to another. I have my sites set on tropical locations.

It’s Tuesday. Which means only three days to Saturday! Woo hoo!