The Gauntlet
I don't know about y'all (yes this is a Texas blog), but somedays make me think I'm living in mediaeval times running the gauntlet. Despite my innocence, I'm condemned the minute they get in the car for afternoon carpool, forging my way down the track of swinging...
Expectations Exceeded
A little more than I expected transpired last night. My dread of the pending commitment to surrender my kitchen to the kids, played just as I thought in the early afternoon. Despite his excitement about cooking whatever he wanted, my 7-yr. old lost his enthusiasm upon...
M is for Meals
"What did we do this time??!!" Strange reaction to our pre-planned, Dottie Jones prescribed, family meeting. Coming off of a fun and friend-filled weekend, I was looking forward to our inaugural talking "with" instead of talking "at" strategy session. Plus, the way he...
To Tie or Not to Tie
If I wasn't already convinced of my enabling issues, last night clinched my good standing-status in the "let me do it for you" club ... all thanks to Cotillion. Cotillion. The right of passage for many young people who begrudgingly submit themselves to etiquette...
Day 23 & Counting
Day 23 of our revolution has come and gone ... with continued success. Tonight, I offered a friendly reminder to a couple of the kids that their clothes were on the bathroom floor. I was respectfully zipped (can those 2 words go together?!) and told their rooms don't...
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