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.