Last month I posted our list of things that we were going to do this summer, 101 Things to be exact. Some we have added since the list published.

It had been my son's idea to come up with a list of things that we could check off. To make sure we didn't forget anything, he said. Good idea, I said, as a mother who is long on ideas but short on the follow through.

Isn't that saying? That bad luck always comes in groups of three? Like celebrities always die in groups of three, which I suppose is really is only unfortunate to the dead person. But after the second thing happens you just wait for the third and final thing, so you can exhale.

If I ever have a complete and total nervous breakdown, it isn't going to be the direct result of some major event. It is going to be an everyday occurrence that finally pushes me right over the edge.

It is going to occur because one of my children turned the toaster to the darkest setting after using it and I was the unfortunate person who tried to make toast next and ended up with the last two pieces of bread in the house turned to charcoal.

As I turn thirty-nine, I present the top ten reasons why I know I am getting old.

10) I use the word comfortable when describing my ideal clothing and the word practical when shopping for shoes.

Saturday we were at the baseball field. My 7 year old had a game and the other kids had their team photos, conveniently staggered hours apart from each other. In the afternoon, my 13 year old son was going to umpire a AA game, which is played by mostly 9-and 10-year-old boys.

After I had spent the equivalent of the GNP of a small country at the snack bar, I was getting ready to leave when my son told me that the opposing team had not shown up. We stood around for a little bit and then someone suggested a scrimmage. My husband offered to "coach" the team with a couple of other fathers, all of whom were probably looking for an excuse not to go home and mow their lawns.