I have a visitor this weekend. She’s quite the high maintenance guest, I might add. And a bed hog, too. But I’m not complaining, not in the least. Having spent almost 24 hours with her now, let me go on record by saying I’ll be floored, shocked, amazed and any other appropriate adjective you want to pull out of your hat if a DNA test tries to say...

Thirteen Things That Bug Me My single gray eyelash That I can clean a room and 10 minutes after the kids are in it, you can’t tell I did anything My bed not being made (don’t fall out of your chair on that one, Mom, but it’s true!) People who say one thing and do another My chin hairs…or how ’bout the fact that I have them in the first...

Ok, I feel I must warn you this post is probably going to be one of the more truly "unedited" posts of the year here. But, I believe everything happens as it does for a reason, so in keeping with the email Baby Sis sent which I share with you on the last post, I will attempt to be kinder than necessary...even if I don't want to. I will try.

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...

Two babies, tuckered out. Childhood friends, seeing each other in a new light. (My BFF’s daughter, like a Second Daughter to me, and Oldest Son. BFF and I are laughing because we used to wonder if we’d end up related one day, as close as they were back then. It’s been a rather eventful two weeks around here. More on that later.) Back at...

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