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:

Completely Clueless (a.k.a. PDD’s father) had some consequences come home to roost today. A Federal Marshal showed up at my house looking for him and I quickly told him he has not lived here for two years. The warrant was for non-payment of child support (no, not to me, but to his first wife for their two children, known here at Big Sis and Big Brother.) ...

I ‘got my frump on’ real good last night, had a good cry and woke up feeling much better this morning. Nancy, I saw your comment this morning, and you are so right – the one thing we can count on in this life is change – and that’s about the only constant we’ve got! And Maggie, thanks for your comment, too. I know that I am making...

Doesn’t it just bite how easily and quickly your day can go from full of possibility to full of crap? For me, today, it took one piece of news, which I’m not really ready to write or talk about… No, I know I can’t run away. Sure want to though. Right now, I just don’t want to be me, don’t want to be the one dealing with this life...

I’d like to say I thought I wouldn’t have to write this post, but I’d be telling you all a whopper. My gut knew, but I knew it would have to go this way for me to be ok with what’s happened. So let me fill you in… Sunday night, Adopted Son called pleading with me to come and pick him up so he could go to school Monday. “You know...

In the continuing saga of Adopted Son, Thursday evening came and he called wanting me to come pick him up. I asked if his mom had shown up yet, and he said she hadn’t, but that she should be there in an hour or so. I told him I wasn’t coming to get him until I’d talked to his mother, so he said he’d call when she got in. He asked me if I still...