2007 was a banner year for Second Son. Back in January, he made the homepage of the school district’s website for being nominated and selected as a People to People Student Ambassador. In May, he and his girlfriend (pictured here) went to the 8th grade prom (their first dress up affair) and then graduated to High School…oh yes – they’re grown...

…but, Oldest Son called me at 1am. I answer, feigning sleep (I was right here, reading blogs, but he doesn’t need to know that.) Immediately, I hear him let out a string of expletives that would make even a sailor blush. No, not at me. At the girl with whom he spent the weekend (with whom he also shared a house for just over a year, up until March of this...

Today I woke in a grateful mood. Ironic since that is so NOT the mood I went to sleep in last night. I got up to find Prima Donna Daughter at her computer playing/singing Christmas songs. When she saw me coming into the living room, she jumped up, ran to me and hugged me and said, “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, Mommy.” We scrounged the...

Strange title, I know, but ’twas my response to OldestSon when he asked why SecondSon was having a friend spend the night tonight. OldestSon moved back ‘home’ three weeks ago (which goes about 60% of the way toward explaining my absence of late), so now, on top of all the drama he brings with him, I have the inimitable pleasure of explaining how you...

Before I say anything else, let me state clearly that I am a firm believer in the idea that once one reaches adulthood, one can no longer blame things (the state of one’s life, the quality of one’s life, how one “turned out” or damn near anything else) on one’s parents and one’s upbringing. That was then, this is now –...

Oldest Son turned 20 Saturday, the 1st. I called him as soon as I woke – it was 7:15am. He, of course, didn’t answer (no one but mom gets up that early on a Saturday!) so I sang him “Happy Birthday” and told him I loved him and to call me later when he woke. He called much later, dinner time, actually. He was lamenting how his birthday...

My darling daughter has the capacity to push me to the very limits of my sanity. And push, push, push was she last night. Talking back, overtly ignoring directions, throwing attitude like the most unruly of teens – at 8. She knows ‘the rules’. She knows what she can get away with and what will bring a visit from ‘Mommy-Dearest’. Now I...