Because it really is personal…

It hit me last night, as we were on our way home from Moe’s, and no it wasn’t the Corona.

#2 is graduating from High School. That didn’t cause the sinking feeling. I’m happy about that.

No, it’s the “festivities” surrounding that event.

See, logically, in my head on a very intellectual level, I knew. I knew that Sweet Daddio’s parents would be here. That was fine. I knew that my parents would be here, also fine.

Then it hit me. Both sets of outlaws would be in my house AT THE SAME TIME.

Dueling Grammas.

Oh Dear Lord stock up the vodka, I’m gonna need it.

The Grampas will be fine. They get along ok, they’ll look under the hoods of each other’s cars and tell jokes and hang out on the patio with a beer in their hand.

But the Grammas. Dear gussy. The air will be ripe with the odor of feminine competition. Which gramma do the boys love best. Who’s had them for the longest during breaks. Who cooks their favorite foods and lets them watch TV the most. Who lets them blow up more stuff.

Anyway, the emotional impact of what I’d known intellectually hit me and I had to go lay down.

We haven’t had them in the same room since…our wedding, 22 years ago.

Maybe #3 will opt for the GED and not graduate formally.