Archive for the 'Mom of Teens' Category
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She talked to me!
Late at night, I knocked on my teen’s door to see if she needed anything. She began to speak to me. Nicely. Um…torrentially.
Coworkers and managers, workouts and summer study plans. A sewing project. What she did with her sister. A book she’s reading. And I was so tired my eyes were drooping.
“I’m sorry, honey, I’m [...]
Published by angelawd on July 12th, 2008 tagged Mom of Teens | 9 Comments »
That’s IT! I’m posting it on the Internet.
Is it unreasonable to object to this in my very own house?
Secondary question: when the cats are eating something unidentifiable off the teen’s floor and lily pads are growing in a cup of juice, is it time for an intervention? An exorcism? A cleansing fire? What?
P.S. Mom, I know what you’re going to say and [...]
Published by angelawd on June 14th, 2008 tagged Mom of Teens | 7 Comments »
Who is this Kid?
Little One returned home the other night with a manner similar to that of a puppy who knows he did wrong by crapping in the corner and strewing garbage through the house. I was in the bath and heard voices, then Big Guy came upstairs.
“Do you know who’s downstairs?”
“Um, no. Do you know?”
“I thought I [...]
Published by angelawd on June 12th, 2008 tagged Mom of Teens | 3 Comments »
Another trip on the family rollercoaster
My parents retired last week, and we joined about 50 other people who love them in celebrating their careers. It was amazing to me to see how they’d touched so many peoples’ lives and how many people wished them well. In fact, my mom was taken out to lunch by a group of former students, [...]
Published by angelawd on June 10th, 2008 tagged Joyful living, Mom of Teens | 6 Comments »
This’ll be on the next episode of “Cribs”.
We spent much of a HOT, MUGGY weekend moving First Born into a new apartment, trying not to wheeze too loud or wring too much sweat out of our shirts around Jessie’s young strapping guy helpers reeking of Axe and hopped up on energy drinks. We were so efficient that by the time the oldtimers (Joe and I) left [...]