Before taekwondo class yesterday, I was standing in the hall talking with a friend of mine. I can't remember how it came up, but for some reason I was telling him how crazy our weekends are going to be this fall, given that the three kids will likely have either four or five soccer games a weekend between them. Then I looked up and noticed another classmate, whom I hadn't realized was sitting there within earshot, and all of a sudden I felt like the biggest horse's ass in existence.
Ed's a big guy, taller than me and strong as an ox. In his early fifties, he's as nice a man as they come, always supportive of others and cheerfully good-natured. He's got two daughters. One is a rising senior in college, the other a rising freshman. The downcast expression on his face suggested the answer to the question before I asked it, but I asked him anyway: "When did you and your wife take the girls to college?" "Yesterday," he replied.
The first day of his empty nest, something I knew he's been absolutely dreading based on past conversations, and I'm (inadvertently, at least) bellyaching right in front of him about how busy our kids are keeping us. *headslapheadslapheadslap*