My son turned 18 in February and graduated in May. To say these months have been challenging is the understatement of the century. First and foremost, there is the whole payback thing. You know, where I get paid back for all the crappy things I did to my parents. I know I deserve some of it. But that’s another story.
Dealing with the fact that I suddenly don’t get a say so in most things anymore has been very hard to deal with. I realize he is getting older and has to make his own decisions but its seems like it happened so fast. One minute your joking that you can’t wait for them to be 18 so you can get rid of them and the next its really happenening and all you want is a PAUSE button. [click to continue…]
My insomnia has been at an all time high these past couple months. It’s exhausting to say the least. And not only the insomnia itself but the thoughts that consume my mind at night are really wearing me down. I can’t always take something to sleep because then I won’t get up in the morning. So, what’s a girl to do?
Rent NCIS from the library and watch it until I fall asleep. Or turn on TV Land until I fall alseep to that. My routine is upside down with summer here. But we go back to school on August 9th so I am trying to find a way to create a better, healtheir schedule. What do you do when you can’t sleep?
PS. I love Gibbs. Talk about joining the party LATE.
It’s the little things that can really just screw up a day. It starts with the kids or husband not listening and ends with something broken or damaged in this scenario.
On our first trip to Disney, my husband bought me a glass which had Grumpy on the front and my name engraved on the back. I’m a *huge* Grumpy fan and I loved this glass. Today it broke, just now in fact. It was in the dishwasher and well, I wasn’t the one to use it. I’ve repeatedly asked the kids to NOT use that ONE glass.
Is that really too much to ask?
Funny enough my son bought me a Jiminy Cricket mug on one of his trips to Disney. Again one of my favorites and it has a big chip on the front of it.
As for bigger things — I love my dining room table. I asked my daughter repeatedly not to do her nails at that table. Now there are three spots on the wood where the acetone from her nail polish remover damaged the wood.
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