Tag: adult kids

heeeyyyooooo what’s new?

Long time, no see! I know. It’s me not you. I haven’t been here for a while. Let’s catch up. I went for a run in the middle of the day once, and stopped at a bar along the way (all sweaty and gross) to meet my friend for a liquid lunch. I played with

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i know the secret

I  found out how to be an amazing mother. I mean, after all the years of changing more diapers than I can count, all the sleepless nights, struggling to feed my kids balanced meals, taking them to soccer, basketball and t-ball practice, monitoring their grades, refereeing their fights, and setting curfews…all it took was a simple

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i ditched the mom thing today

It’s really cool how parenting morphs into an almost-friendship with your kid when they reach a certain age…like say…mid-twenties. Two of my sons are on their own, living completely independent, adult-style, twenty-something lives, so I feel like I can relax The Mom routine. A bit. Sometimes. I feel like I can take a break from

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what are names?

Recently I had lunch with my oldest son Jamie, and the subject of names came up because a relative recently gave her baby an oddball name, from a character in a popular slasher flick. Then my son told me about a kid he knew in college named Baskin Knight. Naturally I asked if his middle

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Two Down, One To Go

Today I had a list. I had a plan. I was going to wake up early, have my usual two cups of coffee, eat breakfast and go to Weirdmart for dinner and paint supplies. Then I planned to come home and throw a roast in the crockpot, and go for a run. Later, I planned

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I Am Only Buying One Box Of Candles

I’m staring at my last-minute shopping list for my son’s birthday party: Corona Cuervo cupcakes hamburger buns candles And it hit me. He has outgrown Chuck E. Cheese. It blows my mind that his years exceed a box of birthday candles; that he doesn’t want to dress to match his Cozy Coupe (and that it’s

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Everybody Else’s Mother Wins Again

I’m not going to win The Mother of the Year Award again this year. That’s twenty-six years in a row I’ve been passed up. I’m starting to feel like Susan Lucci. My twenty-six year old son is currently annoyed with me because I called him too early this morning, and I woke him up to

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When You Meet My Mom, Cover Your Ears

My adult-son Alex, brought his friendgirl home to meet us on Easter Sunday afternoon. This was actually the second time we’ve met Alex’s friendgirl, but this was the first time we’ve had the opportunity to spend real time together. About ten minutes into our visit, Friendgirl mentioned she just had her ears pierced, and one

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I Gave My Kids Therapy Material And I Keep On Giving

I scarred my kids for life. I’m sure of it. And I’m still doing it. My middle son Alex is the son with the freshest memories of home, because he is the latest one to leave the nest; and currently, he is home on vacation, between duty assignments. Alex walked in this morning, holding an

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