When I reminded my family we were meeting their Grandparents at a restaurant to celebrate my oldest daughter’s birthday, I got mixed responses. My husband wanted to know what time, my oldest said “oh yeah,” and my youngest claimed she didn’t know about it.
As children get older it seems they should be easier. I’m here to tell you, or confirm to you if you have children of your own, they are much harder the older they get.
I reconnected with a high school friend a few weeks ago. We immediately tried to figure out a date when we could meet up. She lives at the ocean so, of course, I wanted to go to her house; who doesn’t love the ocean?
As a wife, stay-at-home mom and self-employed, work-from-home woman, I spend a lot of time in my kitchen. Whether I’m just making another cup of coffee with my espresso machine, loading the dishwasher, getting my lunch or making dinner for my family, I am in and out of my kitchen all day.
If you have been an avid reader of my blog on my website, you know I usually spend time contemplating daylight savings time, even going so far as to research the reason for it (I still don’t understand).
Last Sunday, I sat with my husband and watched the Daytona 500; it’s NASCAR’s Superbowl. But except for watching the Olympics, I’m not a sports fan. I feel fortunate my husband isn’t a football/baseball/basketball/soccer fan and the Daytona 500 is only once a year.
I’ve often thought I should go through them all, put them on recipe cards and toss ones I don’t use. But there are memories attached to those scrunched, food-stained bits of paper. Some have been so damaged, I’ve had to write the words back in.
My daughter and I had to leave the house early last Saturday to help with the regional solo/ensemble contest her band director hosted at the high school. I put her flute and my bags in the car and went back in to hurry her along. She had to grab her dress, shoes and music for her contest performance and she had a bagel in her hand.
For the past several days I’ve been working on my older daughter’s Tot to Teen photo album. I’ve been a scrapbooker for about 16 years and I am current on our family albums, but not my daughters’ personal albums: baby album, school albums.
My daughter got in her car one morning last week to warm it up. I wiped the fog off her windows and she pulled out of the driveway. I’ve been driving with her to school these past weeks so she can practice driving until she gets her license.
Since my daughters hit their teen years, I have been very clear that they would be partly responsible for the financial end of their driving careers: driver’s education, gas, insurance, first car. But when my oldest hit the magical age of 15 ½, she showed no interest in driving. Sixteen came and went.
I love getting gift cards as gifts. But when I get a gift card from a relative, each of my family members also receives a gift card from the same relative.
I needed a new calendar, which would sound easier to acquire than it is. I have specific needs for my calendars: they have to have a pocket, but only one pocket, and they have to have decent sized squares. I don’t need name categories; I use wall calendars like a date book and put the morning events on the top of the square and the evening events on the bottom. I’ll let you figure out where I put the afternoon events.
I was joy deficient the other day as I was attempting to decorate the house for Christmas. My husband was at work, my kids at school. I put lights on the tree, got out the Nativity scene village, then stalled.
I know I have purchased one of those huge economy packs of adhesive tape. But do you think I can find even one roll? My daughters have been fascinated with the sticky stuff since they were small; kind of like Winnie-the-Pooh is with honey.
My mention of the Sears catalog in one of my blogs elicited the response, “That ages you.” I never thought remembering a catalog could age me, but now that I think about it, my kids aren’t familiar with the Sears catalog.
If you cooked Thanksgiving dinner at home, you are now faced with a dilemma – how do you fit all of that food back into the fridge?
It’s time to gear up for Christmas. I know, I know, Thanksgiving is not even here yet. But I’m getting psyched up already because my next door neighbors have extra cars in their driveway most weekends now. That only means one thing to me – it’s time for their band, Erwilian, to start their Christmas concert series.
Crusts with peanut butter and jelly, apple peels, sugared milk in the bottom of the cereal bowl, such is often the diet of parents when their children are small.
It had to happen eventually – both my children were home on Halloween. My husband, oldest daughter and I went to a Halloween party for about an hour at a family friend’s house.
