Kind of a big deal

I sent Dave off for his Big Interview this morning and now I think I know what it feels like to be a mom sending her baby off to his first day of school.


"Play well with others."

"Just do your best."

"You're the prettiest. Don't forget that."

"Try not to say the f-word."

"I'm so proud of you."


This Big Interview, by the way, is for an internship at a consulting firm -- it's 4 hours long and includes an important written test. If it were me, I'd be popping Propranolol like nobody's business, but I digress.

Anyway, lots of nerves in the apartment this morning. But he's well-prepared, he looks professional and he doesn't talk like a robot like those other science kids.

If he gets it, he'll take a brief leave from school to work on a 2- to 12-week project with the firm, hopefully in Chicago. If he doesn't get it, he still has other options for internships and various programs. Though, I will probably have to beat him.

Yep, that's me. The epitome of nurturing support.


(Seriously, GO DAVE!!)