With the first week of school under our belt, life should settle into a comfortable, but relentless pace. Sounds dramatic, even if it isn’t wholly accurate. Suffice it to say it should be relentless for the RTR and I, who are most comfortable in our house potato state. We prefer to characterize ourselves as easily…
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You, too can enjoy life past 30
Today is my birthday. And as much as I can say that many women my age choose not to admit their age, I’m proud of mine. I’m 52 years old. Not 52 years young, or 52 years better. It doesn’t need to be made into something other than what it is. Fifty-two. The year I…
Does My Rear Look Big Like This?
The Yackstar has to be nearly twelve. I should know, but I don’t, and each time I wonder, I have to count. That wouldn’t be easy either, but the day I use is the one I met with the RTR’s principal. He was going to be in the first grade, and I was going to…
Babysitting 101? Not.
Your husband asks you if it’s okay that a nephew comes to stay for a few hours one night while his family is out on the town. You say, “of course,” because how difficult is it to watch a 5-year-old? After all, you’ve raised three boys of your own, and taught countless children. Right? You:…
You, Too, Can Organize and Decorate with Teens
The Resident Teen Rocker turned 16 while we were in Italy last month. Other than giving him a card that had our family’s required elements of butts, farting, or both, and singing Happy Birthday as horribly as we pridefully aim to, he didn’t have a candle to blow out. Now that I think of it,…
You’re so over the Italy stuff, right?
The train ride to Florence was easy. There were no delays, the air conditioning was refreshing, and it actually seemed as if we were really skimming along at 300 km/hr, leaving cars on the autostrade in the dust, which is saying quite a bit. We were able to look out the windows the entire time,…