1) this might contradict what i thought 20 or more years ago, but it is far more difficult to raise a teen than to be one.*
2) when my youngest tells me, “wow, you’ve cooked almost every night lately, good going!” and i’ve really only cooked two nights in a row – that’s probably not something to be proud of. or to blog about.
3) i should never, ever, ever, never even look at a shirt that i might be interested in purchasing unless i am 100% (or more) certain that it will fit. or be too big. because vendors here have no problem with smiling, shaking their head and patting my belly while saying, “oh, too fat.”
*clarification – my teen and tween are both great kids. wonderful. lovely. amazing. but the minefield that seems to be teenage-dom? it’s treacherous.
lol yes… teenagers!
you know what else i remember from being a teen? i remember my mom was old. surely older than i am now…
…their friends were old too and we didn’t really CARE what they were doing.. actually I couldn’t have cared less.. hmmmm
LOVELY vendors. Wow.
yes, they are very kind and really know how to close a sale!
teenagers and tweens it is actually getting a little easier! did i just say that?
When my oldest (now 18) was a mere 10, I took him swimsuit shopping with me. Because I’m an idiot I asked him if I looked “wicked” in the swimsuit I was trying on. He looked at me totally deadpan and said “not even close”. That should have been my clue to how the teen years were going to play out.
oh my! kids are so harsh. and they start out so sweet looking…
hilarious… you are wise and witty
i have my good days… very rarely, but i do.
yeah… i have the sweet ones right now. want to hang out with me, like me mostly, cuddly, cute, will listen to me mostly…. i am seeing tides will be changing sooner than prepared.
the sweet just looks different. instead of cuddles it looks more like when they pass up the opportunity to ridicule you. or they make you breakfast in bed…