Oldest Son’s dad called this evening asking if PDD was home. I said she was. He told me he was coming by with a surprise for her. I asked if it was what I thought it was, and he said it was. (There is a short little video of her ride around the front yard over there in the sidebar. That’s Oldest Son’s step-mom leading.) To say that we were the...

I was watching Craig Ferguson the other night (of course) and he and his guest were talking about TV shows in the fall line-up, and they confirmed the rumor I had heard earlier in the year that yes, Boston Legal will be back, but

That even sounds bad, doesn’t it? Well, let me assure you - it IS bad. Not fun, either. But it’s how I spent my weekend. You? Everything started off ok…we (PDD and I and her friend) went to Second Son’s football game Friday night. Oh! I almost forgot! We were on the news, the 3 of us! Yep - Hollywood’ll be calling next week, I’m sure. (As much as I’m sure you want to get to the details of my dysentery, let me soapbox a little about this experience. Just a little…I promise.)

BabySis forwarded an email to me this evening, and it struck a nerve. Enough that I want to pass it on, too...

Today is Oldest Son’s 21st birthday. He’s officially “grown” now. One down, two to go. It was not Labor Day the year he was born, but I find it rather fitting that it’s Labor Day this year, because mothering him is much more a labor of love today than it was back then. So it goes, I’m told, by those whose babies are grown now....

Almost 21 years ago (8 days shy of 21 years ago, to be exact), I became a mother. Of course, I was going to be the best mom ever (weren't we all?!) and my children would listen, do what they were told without argument, understand that I knew what was best for them and thank me for being such a good mom. Yeah - well, one can dream, right? In the years since, I have fucked up just about every way imaginable when it comes to mothering. Big mistakes, little mistakes and all sizes of mistakes in between. And the hell of it is, I'm STILL fucking up on a regular basis. But, I'm ok with my fuck ups, and here's why:

When we returned home late Sunday evening, awaiting us was a voice mail from the Ex-Girlfriend that went exactly like this, in a squeaky, tear-filled voice: Hi. I just wanted to let (Oldest Son) know that I didn’t have the baby yesterday. Tell him he doesn’t have to worry about the baby anymore – I lost it. They did a needlepoint and I guess now...

So, ok, we’ve got Oldest Son going to work everyday at the job he got immediately after moving home. He and Second Daughter are talking and texting back and forth day and night, like they have to cram the missing years into just a few days. The Ex-Girlfriend is calling jumping all over Oldest Son’s buttons, trying everything she can think of –...

I have a lot of catch-up to do with y’all. It’s been pretty busy around here the last couple of weeks. I seriously contemplated doing my Thursday Thirteen last week on all the developments around here, but I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have believed the list. At least not without explanation. So, in order to catch you up, yet not take up your...

For what seems like the bazillionth time, Oldest Son’s girlfriend kicked him out last Thursday and he moved home. There are some things that are vastly different this time around: 1. He had a new job within 24 hrs. (WOW!) 2. He is actually ignoring his phone more than he’s not when it’s the girlfriend calling to continue the drama. (DOUBLE WOW!) 3....