We were sure our son would jump for joy at our parental directive to work fewer hours while also being encouraged to go out and have fun. There were no jumps for joy. There was only a look of confusion and an "I don't even know how to do that."
Category: Sons
Mother’s Day Review
Preamble: I did get a late start on this blog, so apologies for any unseen typos. I got a late start because I had to empty the dishwasher. More on that later. I’m almost positive that last year I pledged in this very forum to switch up Mother’s Day this year. Or maybe the forgotten … Continue reading Mother’s Day Review
Junior Prom: A Note to My Son
Well, we’re here. Junior Prom. How is that even possible? And is there any chance at all of prepping the child who is currently experiencing a case of the Terrible-Seventeens? Probably not, but I did give it a go.
Public Meltdown (thank you, Drew)
God bless you, Drew Barrymore. You always were a Firestarter.
Just Wait
It was just a few weeks ago that a friend of mine called to chat and suggested that she run away from home with no forwarding address. Been there, thought that. Who hasn’t? We can all admit an urge to flee from our children occasionally, can’t we?
Who Dunne Wrong?
A controversial Monday thought: I think we do, as women, have a responsibility for how we project ourselves and, as a result, how men look at us.
Nature vs NO-ture
Deer, raccoons, and other reasons why I have rescinded this year’s application for “Favorite Parent.”
Mass Method or Mass Madness?
We are failing an entire population while we bicker over bullets. Admittedly, it is easier to point to the weapon than to expose failures in our own homes.
Empty Nest? Empty BEST!
I know we are all supposed to be offering odes to our college-bound children. I know, as we see the “time to move out!” pile grow taller, we are supposed to fully lean into our feelings of sadness and despair and question how, exactly, we will move on with an empty bed in our homes. It’s just that I am having other, more happy feelings, as well.
Today’s Menu
I don’t mean to brag, but I did finally learn to cook. When I first moved in with my instant family, I would look at whichever box I pulled out of the pantry and think, “Okay, serving size, 4oz…so…what, make four of those?”