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Growing Pains

21 Feb

One thing they never tell you about child raising is that for the rest of your life, at the drop of a hat, you are expected to know your child’s name and how old he or she is. If you want to make it even more difficult, have three kids. Go ahead – I dare ya.

As most parents are trying to hold on to their kids hands for dear life and dread them growing up, I’m on the opposite side of the argument.  Don’t get me wrong, I love, cherish, adore, etc. my children. I do. However my fear isn’t whether or not they gain their independence, move out, or grow up too soon (I think we’re pass this) –  it’s, “are they responsible enough?”

Currently we’re going through some growing pains.

My 17 year old daughter thinks she has it all figured out – today. By tomorrow she will have changed her mind at least 3 times, and completely forget what she was so intently focused on today. This worries me. I see kids her age that seriously have their shit together… planning college visits, working their asses off at mediocre jobs, saving for their futures, and these kids, these little freaks of normal teenager behaviorisms – they know what they want to do with their lives & by golly, they’re on the right track for it.

I’m not trying to hold her hand for as long as I can. I do want her to move out. I do want her to experience life. I do want her to be the best she can be and I do want her to do it on her own.

This fear I have is of her “not having her shit together”. Is this normal?



The Trip to Walmart

19 Jan

I pride myself on being the cool mom. No, seriously. I have to be the cool mom (within reason, let’s not get crazy now, someone might lose an eye!). My kids know that they can pretty much talk to me about anything pretty much anything.

I don’t like taking any of the kids with me when I have to run to the store. Mainly because they still live in that “Omg buy me this!” “I’ll just die if I don’t have that!” and “oops it must of just fallen in the basket” phase.  Well tonight I broke my own rule & took the 11 & 14 yr old boys with me. D’awww – shopping with Mommy. Honestly I just needed laundry soap before I heard the man explain to me again about how he has no jeans for work.  I mean I just need to buy one thing, what could go wrong. We get in & we get out.

That was plan, but it went down like this…

Remember the part of cool mom, and being able to talk to me? Yea, keep that all in mind.

My 14 yr old, Brody, is a freshman and in P.E. the coach/teacher handed out pedometers as a class project to record “steps” on each student. Nice idea right? Get active you video game playing couch zombies!  Whatever. I’m all for it. So back to Walmart. Keep up with me here… Brody & I walk by an endcap set up displaying the glorious Shake Weight®. You know that joke of “exercise equipment” that we’ve all made a joke about at some point? Yea, *that* Shake Weight®. So Brody looks & laughs, then says, “So you know that pedometer project for P.E?” I say, “Yea, hows that going?” to which he replies,”Well we turned them in today & you know what my friend did?” At this point I’m thinking the good ole’ Shake Weight® must of triggered this convo, so I say, “Attached his to a Shake Weight?” Brody laughs & says, “Um no, he attached it to his watch and masturbated. Collected 80k steps too!” My jaw drops! Did he just say “masturbated”? That kid is not only a genius… wait, what? I am not having this convo with my 14 yr old in Walmart! I’m not! I may be a cool mom, but seriously “Woah!” I’m still just “Woah” and this happened like 30 minutes ago. I guess I should appreciate the fact that my kids *do* feel like they can tell me anything, however they may change when they realize I facebooked/blogged this shit.

Not to leave my little, also completely hilarious 11 year old crotch fruit, Goop, out of this story, I’ll give you his random “trip home from Walmart” funnies.

Brody: So you know you have to carry stuff in & show your worth.

Goop: You’re only worth a penny!

Me: Now now (while stroking Goop’s hair) that’s not true, you are both worth at least $1500 earned income credit each.

Goop: Well I was worth more but they said I had to give you half.


Goop antagonizes Brody over something stupid.

Brody: You’re such a snerf!

Goop looks at me dead serious & says, “I think he’s hitting on me.”

Welcome to the glimpse that is my life & the 30 minute trip I took with kids in tow to Walmart.


Let’s go some place where we can each be alone…

17 Jan

I’m feeling a tad bit stressed lately. Mid-life crisis? Mayhaps. Is 36 considered “mid-life”? I don’t know but at this point in my life I saw bigger things. Okay that’s not entirely true. I should say that AFTER my divorce, I saw bigger things by now.

Here I am with a teenager that refuses to learn the meaning of compromises, common courtesy, and seeing the world beyond herself and her social life. Another teen who has some sort of addiction to constantly getting into verbal battles, mostly with his younger brother and older sister. And of course my youngest, who tries to be a saint within my eyesight but will pick at the other two if I’m not looking and then wonder how it was that he is getting caught when of course “they started it.”

What’s the saying?


Snowmageddon 2011

10 Jan

It only looks innocent...

We finally got a load of winter snow in Kansas. Nothing like the blizzard we had last year but who knows, just because it’s late doesn’t mean it’s not prepared to give us hell. Normally when we get anywhere from 5 inches or more I telecommute instead of driving the 36+ miles one way into Overland Park through what is best described as Mario Cart snow covered highways. Today though I decided to take my chances. It was either stay home with three kids cooped up since all the schools closed due to inclimate weather or take my chances on the road. Here I am bloggity bloggin’ from my warm corner cubicle miles away from home – I think I chose wisely.

Mmmm kid-less free coffee!

Wordless Wednesday

27 Oct

Zombie Kids 2010

What is Wordless Wednesday?

On Wednesdays all over the internet, bloggers post a photograph with no words to explain it on their blog. Hence the ‘wordless’ title. The idea is that the photo itself says so much that it doesn’t need any description.

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