Is anyone else a little bummed that the Olympics are ending in just a few days?
I, for one, am.
And at the beginning of July, sadly, I didn’t even know when the Olympics were starting. But thanks to Thing 1, who insisted we watch the opening ceremonies, got us hooked.
And then he left.
But we’ve been watching the Olympics every night, as a family. Every. Single. Night.
I know how to play water polo now. And I never knew that I liked track and field or swimming.
And beach volleyball? While I’m not sure that’s really an Olympic Sport, I enjoyed watching the women play. (I attempted to use my skills at the lake on Saturday. I have a long way to go.)
And now? They are ending.
And I have to wait four years for the next summer Olympics.
Which made me realize that the next Summer Olympics? Thing 1 won’t be here.
(Not that he’s here now… he’s galavanting all over the place this summer… but in four years? He’ll be in college.)
I’m not old enough to have a college aged child.
So all of a sudden, I went from Olympics that made me smile to Olympics that made me frown.
And it’s all Thing 1′s fault for growing up.
(and getting me hooked on the Olympics.)
Until next time…