I worry about my children. What? You, too!?!? Oh, thank goodness, because I thought parents of preschoolers were the only ones allowed to, you know, NOT know what they are doing.
You see, once I became a parent (i.e. someone's mother, not apparent, like in an easily noticed sort of way) I was told (by other parents) when my children hit kindergarten (i.e. started school full-time, not hit, like in a smack with a hammer sort of way) that my job was, you know, DONE!
And I believed them.
After all, having raised 4 babies, to toddlerhood (yes, it's a word!) and beyond, it IS hard work (and I mean that in every sense of the word) heck, I've got the eye baggage to prove it.
"Have a GREAT day at school, Sweetie!!!"
[pumps fist into air]
"WHOOT…WE DID IT!!!"
Yes, I actually played that scene, just like that, over and over again (in my head) and when that 1st day of school FINALLY came, well…
"WHOOT!!!"
…yah, it was pretty much like that.
"Ummmm…now what?"
Figuring out what to do with myself was never really an issue (not with ANOTHER kid, at home) until my youngest hit started full-time kindergarten and…well…you know.
"What are you going to do with your day? "
Et tu, Garth (not his real name?)
Oh, I was very happy and not just because my husband took me to breakfast that fateful morning.
Right now, those of you who know that Hope is in the 4th grade (I think!) I bet you're wondering, you know, how DO I remember that, right?
Well, I was finding ways in which I can avoid doing the laundry cleaning out my files, when I came across this blog post I wrote waaaaay back in 2006.
So what, right?
Well, I read the rest of my post (because, well, I am my BIGGEST fan) and this is the part that got me, but good:
"I've got tons of stuff to do…there's a pile of mail on my desk
that I need to go through…not to mention laundry…and tons of stuff
that don't fit the kids…I need to sift through…before changing over
the closets for the fall…and I've got to organize their
rooms…better…before I can do that…which reminds me…I've got to
get the garage cleaned out…before I can finish renovating the
kitchen…and re-finish the dining room…I was hoping to start this
past summer…but, not before I finish wallpapering our room…I
started…three years ago…oh, crap…but, I'll have finish painting
Little Man's room, first…and…um…are you okay, Hon?"
Long story, short (you're welcome!) my husband's eyes glazed over and then, well, he went to work.
So, what's my point?
[rolls up sleeves]
Although my writing HAS changed (sort of):
- there's a pile of mail on my desk I need to go through (it'll be there tomorrow)
- not to mention laundry (it NEVER ends)
- 2 of my kids have stuff that don't fit (boys don't care and the girl can borrow stuff from the other 2)
- closets haven't been changed (good thing, it's gonna be 90 degrees tomorrow)
- garage isn't cleaned out (because, we're STILL not finished renovating the kitchen)
- kitchen is STILL not renovated (see above)
- dining room STILL needs refinishing (because, my room STILL needs wallpaper, the boys room painting… etc…)
Why? Because, I'm STILL busy worrying about AND still doing OTHER stuff for my kids…dammit!
[crosses arms]
Why am I telling you ALL this?
[rolls eyes]
Okay, so once YOUR kids are in school full-time and folks begin telling YOU that, you know, your job is done…don't worry about it!
[rolls up sleeves]
Just send them my way…I'll fix 'em…REAL good!
[reaches for hammer]
Heck, isn't that what blogging's for?
[sound of crickets chirping]
Well, I feel better; how about you?
Comments
70 responses to “Parenting Tip #3,100,188:
Don’t Worry, They’re Wrong
It Does NOT Get Any Easier!”
It’s always been my understanding that parenting is NEVER done. I would certainly never think it’d be done as soon as the kids are in school, only that it’d get worse with schedules, after school practice, etc!
Who THINKS like that!?
(and I’m not even a parent yet!)
It’s always been my understanding that parenting is NEVER done. I would certainly never think it’d be done as soon as the kids are in school, only that it’d get worse with schedules, after school practice, etc!
Who THINKS like that!?
(and I’m not even a parent yet!)
It’s always been my understanding that parenting is NEVER done. I would certainly never think it’d be done as soon as the kids are in school, only that it’d get worse with schedules, after school practice, etc!
Who THINKS like that!?
(and I’m not even a parent yet!)
It’s always been my understanding that parenting is NEVER done. I would certainly never think it’d be done as soon as the kids are in school, only that it’d get worse with schedules, after school practice, etc!
Who THINKS like that!?
(and I’m not even a parent yet!)
It’s always been my understanding that parenting is NEVER done. I would certainly never think it’d be done as soon as the kids are in school, only that it’d get worse with schedules, after school practice, etc!
Who THINKS like that!?
(and I’m not even a parent yet!)
It’s always been my understanding that parenting is NEVER done. I would certainly never think it’d be done as soon as the kids are in school, only that it’d get worse with schedules, after school practice, etc!
Who THINKS like that!?
(and I’m not even a parent yet!)
It’s always been my understanding that parenting is NEVER done. I would certainly never think it’d be done as soon as the kids are in school, only that it’d get worse with schedules, after school practice, etc!
Who THINKS like that!?
(and I’m not even a parent yet!)
No, *I* am your biggest fan. You’re your second biggest fan. 🙂
And I loved this post.
(p.s. Not just saying that because I’m your biggest fan, either!)
No, *I* am your biggest fan. You’re your second biggest fan. 🙂
And I loved this post.
(p.s. Not just saying that because I’m your biggest fan, either!)
No, *I* am your biggest fan. You’re your second biggest fan. 🙂
And I loved this post.
(p.s. Not just saying that because I’m your biggest fan, either!)
No, *I* am your biggest fan. You’re your second biggest fan. 🙂
And I loved this post.
(p.s. Not just saying that because I’m your biggest fan, either!)
No, *I* am your biggest fan. You’re your second biggest fan. 🙂
And I loved this post.
(p.s. Not just saying that because I’m your biggest fan, either!)
No, *I* am your biggest fan. You’re your second biggest fan. 🙂
And I loved this post.
(p.s. Not just saying that because I’m your biggest fan, either!)
No, *I* am your biggest fan. You’re your second biggest fan. 🙂
And I loved this post.
(p.s. Not just saying that because I’m your biggest fan, either!)
I actually think parenting gets harder and more time involved as they get older. Wait until they have the car and they get it in their head not to come home until 4 a.m., after you’ve been calling the police, the hospitals, the friends you know about, and having Dad, grandparents driving around that late at night looking all over for the car or a glimpse of said child.
Freak out, when a gang decides to come to your home. The gang hides on the side of your house. They send a pretty girl member to knock on the door and ask hubby if your son is at home, so she can talk to him for a few minutes, note it’s 10pm, said son is in bed. Hubby wakes son up and says he can talk to girl in front yard for 10 minutes then to go back to bed. Hubby goes to bed, but soon hears dog in house barking crazy and thinks he hears son yelling. He goes to door to see a gang of about five grown boys (nearly 18 or maybe older) beating the crap out of your son in your front yard and tearing his letterman jacket off of him. Son wore it outside because it was cold. Gang was initiating a new member and they had to steal a letterman’s jacket I guess.
Husband starts throwing boys off our son, yelled to neighbors to call 911 and let the dog loose on a couple of the guys. Guys and girl speed off in car,
husband saw no license plate on vehicle, but gave a description to police. Son had to go to hospital, he had a concussion, bloodied and bruised, plus now no ROTC lettermans jacket. I was at work and would work let me leave to come home? No! Talk about worrying because I couldn’t check on him the whole night.
No, I think it gets harder as they get older.
I actually think parenting gets harder and more time involved as they get older. Wait until they have the car and they get it in their head not to come home until 4 a.m., after you’ve been calling the police, the hospitals, the friends you know about, and having Dad, grandparents driving around that late at night looking all over for the car or a glimpse of said child.
Freak out, when a gang decides to come to your home. The gang hides on the side of your house. They send a pretty girl member to knock on the door and ask hubby if your son is at home, so she can talk to him for a few minutes, note it’s 10pm, said son is in bed. Hubby wakes son up and says he can talk to girl in front yard for 10 minutes then to go back to bed. Hubby goes to bed, but soon hears dog in house barking crazy and thinks he hears son yelling. He goes to door to see a gang of about five grown boys (nearly 18 or maybe older) beating the crap out of your son in your front yard and tearing his letterman jacket off of him. Son wore it outside because it was cold. Gang was initiating a new member and they had to steal a letterman’s jacket I guess.
Husband starts throwing boys off our son, yelled to neighbors to call 911 and let the dog loose on a couple of the guys. Guys and girl speed off in car,
husband saw no license plate on vehicle, but gave a description to police. Son had to go to hospital, he had a concussion, bloodied and bruised, plus now no ROTC lettermans jacket. I was at work and would work let me leave to come home? No! Talk about worrying because I couldn’t check on him the whole night.
No, I think it gets harder as they get older.
I actually think parenting gets harder and more time involved as they get older. Wait until they have the car and they get it in their head not to come home until 4 a.m., after you’ve been calling the police, the hospitals, the friends you know about, and having Dad, grandparents driving around that late at night looking all over for the car or a glimpse of said child.
Freak out, when a gang decides to come to your home. The gang hides on the side of your house. They send a pretty girl member to knock on the door and ask hubby if your son is at home, so she can talk to him for a few minutes, note it’s 10pm, said son is in bed. Hubby wakes son up and says he can talk to girl in front yard for 10 minutes then to go back to bed. Hubby goes to bed, but soon hears dog in house barking crazy and thinks he hears son yelling. He goes to door to see a gang of about five grown boys (nearly 18 or maybe older) beating the crap out of your son in your front yard and tearing his letterman jacket off of him. Son wore it outside because it was cold. Gang was initiating a new member and they had to steal a letterman’s jacket I guess.
Husband starts throwing boys off our son, yelled to neighbors to call 911 and let the dog loose on a couple of the guys. Guys and girl speed off in car,
husband saw no license plate on vehicle, but gave a description to police. Son had to go to hospital, he had a concussion, bloodied and bruised, plus now no ROTC lettermans jacket. I was at work and would work let me leave to come home? No! Talk about worrying because I couldn’t check on him the whole night.
No, I think it gets harder as they get older.
I actually think parenting gets harder and more time involved as they get older. Wait until they have the car and they get it in their head not to come home until 4 a.m., after you’ve been calling the police, the hospitals, the friends you know about, and having Dad, grandparents driving around that late at night looking all over for the car or a glimpse of said child.
Freak out, when a gang decides to come to your home. The gang hides on the side of your house. They send a pretty girl member to knock on the door and ask hubby if your son is at home, so she can talk to him for a few minutes, note it’s 10pm, said son is in bed. Hubby wakes son up and says he can talk to girl in front yard for 10 minutes then to go back to bed. Hubby goes to bed, but soon hears dog in house barking crazy and thinks he hears son yelling. He goes to door to see a gang of about five grown boys (nearly 18 or maybe older) beating the crap out of your son in your front yard and tearing his letterman jacket off of him. Son wore it outside because it was cold. Gang was initiating a new member and they had to steal a letterman’s jacket I guess.
Husband starts throwing boys off our son, yelled to neighbors to call 911 and let the dog loose on a couple of the guys. Guys and girl speed off in car,
husband saw no license plate on vehicle, but gave a description to police. Son had to go to hospital, he had a concussion, bloodied and bruised, plus now no ROTC lettermans jacket. I was at work and would work let me leave to come home? No! Talk about worrying because I couldn’t check on him the whole night.
No, I think it gets harder as they get older.
I actually think parenting gets harder and more time involved as they get older. Wait until they have the car and they get it in their head not to come home until 4 a.m., after you’ve been calling the police, the hospitals, the friends you know about, and having Dad, grandparents driving around that late at night looking all over for the car or a glimpse of said child.
Freak out, when a gang decides to come to your home. The gang hides on the side of your house. They send a pretty girl member to knock on the door and ask hubby if your son is at home, so she can talk to him for a few minutes, note it’s 10pm, said son is in bed. Hubby wakes son up and says he can talk to girl in front yard for 10 minutes then to go back to bed. Hubby goes to bed, but soon hears dog in house barking crazy and thinks he hears son yelling. He goes to door to see a gang of about five grown boys (nearly 18 or maybe older) beating the crap out of your son in your front yard and tearing his letterman jacket off of him. Son wore it outside because it was cold. Gang was initiating a new member and they had to steal a letterman’s jacket I guess.
Husband starts throwing boys off our son, yelled to neighbors to call 911 and let the dog loose on a couple of the guys. Guys and girl speed off in car,
husband saw no license plate on vehicle, but gave a description to police. Son had to go to hospital, he had a concussion, bloodied and bruised, plus now no ROTC lettermans jacket. I was at work and would work let me leave to come home? No! Talk about worrying because I couldn’t check on him the whole night.
No, I think it gets harder as they get older.
I actually think parenting gets harder and more time involved as they get older. Wait until they have the car and they get it in their head not to come home until 4 a.m., after you’ve been calling the police, the hospitals, the friends you know about, and having Dad, grandparents driving around that late at night looking all over for the car or a glimpse of said child.
Freak out, when a gang decides to come to your home. The gang hides on the side of your house. They send a pretty girl member to knock on the door and ask hubby if your son is at home, so she can talk to him for a few minutes, note it’s 10pm, said son is in bed. Hubby wakes son up and says he can talk to girl in front yard for 10 minutes then to go back to bed. Hubby goes to bed, but soon hears dog in house barking crazy and thinks he hears son yelling. He goes to door to see a gang of about five grown boys (nearly 18 or maybe older) beating the crap out of your son in your front yard and tearing his letterman jacket off of him. Son wore it outside because it was cold. Gang was initiating a new member and they had to steal a letterman’s jacket I guess.
Husband starts throwing boys off our son, yelled to neighbors to call 911 and let the dog loose on a couple of the guys. Guys and girl speed off in car,
husband saw no license plate on vehicle, but gave a description to police. Son had to go to hospital, he had a concussion, bloodied and bruised, plus now no ROTC lettermans jacket. I was at work and would work let me leave to come home? No! Talk about worrying because I couldn’t check on him the whole night.
No, I think it gets harder as they get older.
I actually think parenting gets harder and more time involved as they get older. Wait until they have the car and they get it in their head not to come home until 4 a.m., after you’ve been calling the police, the hospitals, the friends you know about, and having Dad, grandparents driving around that late at night looking all over for the car or a glimpse of said child.
Freak out, when a gang decides to come to your home. The gang hides on the side of your house. They send a pretty girl member to knock on the door and ask hubby if your son is at home, so she can talk to him for a few minutes, note it’s 10pm, said son is in bed. Hubby wakes son up and says he can talk to girl in front yard for 10 minutes then to go back to bed. Hubby goes to bed, but soon hears dog in house barking crazy and thinks he hears son yelling. He goes to door to see a gang of about five grown boys (nearly 18 or maybe older) beating the crap out of your son in your front yard and tearing his letterman jacket off of him. Son wore it outside because it was cold. Gang was initiating a new member and they had to steal a letterman’s jacket I guess.
Husband starts throwing boys off our son, yelled to neighbors to call 911 and let the dog loose on a couple of the guys. Guys and girl speed off in car,
husband saw no license plate on vehicle, but gave a description to police. Son had to go to hospital, he had a concussion, bloodied and bruised, plus now no ROTC lettermans jacket. I was at work and would work let me leave to come home? No! Talk about worrying because I couldn’t check on him the whole night.
No, I think it gets harder as they get older.
Lauralee,
How awful! I feel sick knowing that your family actually went through such a HORRIBLE experience.
I hope they catch and punish those little besterds!!!
I’m so sorry and am sending you positive vibes (RIGHT NOW!) thank you for stopping by and sharing.
{{{hugs}}}
Lauralee,
How awful! I feel sick knowing that your family actually went through such a HORRIBLE experience.
I hope they catch and punish those little besterds!!!
I’m so sorry and am sending you positive vibes (RIGHT NOW!) thank you for stopping by and sharing.
{{{hugs}}}
Lauralee,
How awful! I feel sick knowing that your family actually went through such a HORRIBLE experience.
I hope they catch and punish those little besterds!!!
I’m so sorry and am sending you positive vibes (RIGHT NOW!) thank you for stopping by and sharing.
{{{hugs}}}
Lauralee,
How awful! I feel sick knowing that your family actually went through such a HORRIBLE experience.
I hope they catch and punish those little besterds!!!
I’m so sorry and am sending you positive vibes (RIGHT NOW!) thank you for stopping by and sharing.
{{{hugs}}}
Lauralee,
How awful! I feel sick knowing that your family actually went through such a HORRIBLE experience.
I hope they catch and punish those little besterds!!!
I’m so sorry and am sending you positive vibes (RIGHT NOW!) thank you for stopping by and sharing.
{{{hugs}}}
Lauralee,
How awful! I feel sick knowing that your family actually went through such a HORRIBLE experience.
I hope they catch and punish those little besterds!!!
I’m so sorry and am sending you positive vibes (RIGHT NOW!) thank you for stopping by and sharing.
{{{hugs}}}
Lauralee,
How awful! I feel sick knowing that your family actually went through such a HORRIBLE experience.
I hope they catch and punish those little besterds!!!
I’m so sorry and am sending you positive vibes (RIGHT NOW!) thank you for stopping by and sharing.
{{{hugs}}}
Dear gods, Lauralee just scared the crap out of me. I’m just sick reading about what happened to her son.
As for your post, well, I completely agree with you! Kaitlyn started preschool this year, three days a week for 2.5 hours each day. My husband said “so, what are you going to do with your free time?” HA!
It takes 15 minutes to drive there and back, so that’s 2 hours. I wash the breakfast dishes, straighten up the pile of shoes by the front door that the boys knocked over in their haste to get to the bus, wipe toothpaste globs off the sink, and then sit down to do some work.
I check CNN.com to see what’s going on in the world, read a few emails, reply, open my blog dashboard, type in a post title, go back to check email for that link they want in the review, see another email in the priority list that needs replying to, go back and type a few lines of the review post, realize I didn’t take a photo of it, search for the camera, locate the camera, take the photo, search for the card reader – and CRAP, it’s been two hours ALREADY??
So much for all that dang FREE TIME. *sigh*
Dear gods, Lauralee just scared the crap out of me. I’m just sick reading about what happened to her son.
As for your post, well, I completely agree with you! Kaitlyn started preschool this year, three days a week for 2.5 hours each day. My husband said “so, what are you going to do with your free time?” HA!
It takes 15 minutes to drive there and back, so that’s 2 hours. I wash the breakfast dishes, straighten up the pile of shoes by the front door that the boys knocked over in their haste to get to the bus, wipe toothpaste globs off the sink, and then sit down to do some work.
I check CNN.com to see what’s going on in the world, read a few emails, reply, open my blog dashboard, type in a post title, go back to check email for that link they want in the review, see another email in the priority list that needs replying to, go back and type a few lines of the review post, realize I didn’t take a photo of it, search for the camera, locate the camera, take the photo, search for the card reader – and CRAP, it’s been two hours ALREADY??
So much for all that dang FREE TIME. *sigh*
Dear gods, Lauralee just scared the crap out of me. I’m just sick reading about what happened to her son.
As for your post, well, I completely agree with you! Kaitlyn started preschool this year, three days a week for 2.5 hours each day. My husband said “so, what are you going to do with your free time?” HA!
It takes 15 minutes to drive there and back, so that’s 2 hours. I wash the breakfast dishes, straighten up the pile of shoes by the front door that the boys knocked over in their haste to get to the bus, wipe toothpaste globs off the sink, and then sit down to do some work.
I check CNN.com to see what’s going on in the world, read a few emails, reply, open my blog dashboard, type in a post title, go back to check email for that link they want in the review, see another email in the priority list that needs replying to, go back and type a few lines of the review post, realize I didn’t take a photo of it, search for the camera, locate the camera, take the photo, search for the card reader – and CRAP, it’s been two hours ALREADY??
So much for all that dang FREE TIME. *sigh*
Dear gods, Lauralee just scared the crap out of me. I’m just sick reading about what happened to her son.
As for your post, well, I completely agree with you! Kaitlyn started preschool this year, three days a week for 2.5 hours each day. My husband said “so, what are you going to do with your free time?” HA!
It takes 15 minutes to drive there and back, so that’s 2 hours. I wash the breakfast dishes, straighten up the pile of shoes by the front door that the boys knocked over in their haste to get to the bus, wipe toothpaste globs off the sink, and then sit down to do some work.
I check CNN.com to see what’s going on in the world, read a few emails, reply, open my blog dashboard, type in a post title, go back to check email for that link they want in the review, see another email in the priority list that needs replying to, go back and type a few lines of the review post, realize I didn’t take a photo of it, search for the camera, locate the camera, take the photo, search for the card reader – and CRAP, it’s been two hours ALREADY??
So much for all that dang FREE TIME. *sigh*
Dear gods, Lauralee just scared the crap out of me. I’m just sick reading about what happened to her son.
As for your post, well, I completely agree with you! Kaitlyn started preschool this year, three days a week for 2.5 hours each day. My husband said “so, what are you going to do with your free time?” HA!
It takes 15 minutes to drive there and back, so that’s 2 hours. I wash the breakfast dishes, straighten up the pile of shoes by the front door that the boys knocked over in their haste to get to the bus, wipe toothpaste globs off the sink, and then sit down to do some work.
I check CNN.com to see what’s going on in the world, read a few emails, reply, open my blog dashboard, type in a post title, go back to check email for that link they want in the review, see another email in the priority list that needs replying to, go back and type a few lines of the review post, realize I didn’t take a photo of it, search for the camera, locate the camera, take the photo, search for the card reader – and CRAP, it’s been two hours ALREADY??
So much for all that dang FREE TIME. *sigh*
Dear gods, Lauralee just scared the crap out of me. I’m just sick reading about what happened to her son.
As for your post, well, I completely agree with you! Kaitlyn started preschool this year, three days a week for 2.5 hours each day. My husband said “so, what are you going to do with your free time?” HA!
It takes 15 minutes to drive there and back, so that’s 2 hours. I wash the breakfast dishes, straighten up the pile of shoes by the front door that the boys knocked over in their haste to get to the bus, wipe toothpaste globs off the sink, and then sit down to do some work.
I check CNN.com to see what’s going on in the world, read a few emails, reply, open my blog dashboard, type in a post title, go back to check email for that link they want in the review, see another email in the priority list that needs replying to, go back and type a few lines of the review post, realize I didn’t take a photo of it, search for the camera, locate the camera, take the photo, search for the card reader – and CRAP, it’s been two hours ALREADY??
So much for all that dang FREE TIME. *sigh*
Dear gods, Lauralee just scared the crap out of me. I’m just sick reading about what happened to her son.
As for your post, well, I completely agree with you! Kaitlyn started preschool this year, three days a week for 2.5 hours each day. My husband said “so, what are you going to do with your free time?” HA!
It takes 15 minutes to drive there and back, so that’s 2 hours. I wash the breakfast dishes, straighten up the pile of shoes by the front door that the boys knocked over in their haste to get to the bus, wipe toothpaste globs off the sink, and then sit down to do some work.
I check CNN.com to see what’s going on in the world, read a few emails, reply, open my blog dashboard, type in a post title, go back to check email for that link they want in the review, see another email in the priority list that needs replying to, go back and type a few lines of the review post, realize I didn’t take a photo of it, search for the camera, locate the camera, take the photo, search for the card reader – and CRAP, it’s been two hours ALREADY??
So much for all that dang FREE TIME. *sigh*
Funny thing, Elizabeth, is that I really DID expect to accomplish much, much more, than I actually find time, or even “want” to do, once my kids started school full-time.
Never say never, right?
After ALL these years, I just can’t believe that I’m still getting the “what DO you do all day,” remarks and, well, I’ve taken to answering, “Keeping me and my kids out of prison.”
Great way to start (or, end) a conversation, really 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Funny thing, Elizabeth, is that I really DID expect to accomplish much, much more, than I actually find time, or even “want” to do, once my kids started school full-time.
Never say never, right?
After ALL these years, I just can’t believe that I’m still getting the “what DO you do all day,” remarks and, well, I’ve taken to answering, “Keeping me and my kids out of prison.”
Great way to start (or, end) a conversation, really 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Funny thing, Elizabeth, is that I really DID expect to accomplish much, much more, than I actually find time, or even “want” to do, once my kids started school full-time.
Never say never, right?
After ALL these years, I just can’t believe that I’m still getting the “what DO you do all day,” remarks and, well, I’ve taken to answering, “Keeping me and my kids out of prison.”
Great way to start (or, end) a conversation, really 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Funny thing, Elizabeth, is that I really DID expect to accomplish much, much more, than I actually find time, or even “want” to do, once my kids started school full-time.
Never say never, right?
After ALL these years, I just can’t believe that I’m still getting the “what DO you do all day,” remarks and, well, I’ve taken to answering, “Keeping me and my kids out of prison.”
Great way to start (or, end) a conversation, really 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Funny thing, Elizabeth, is that I really DID expect to accomplish much, much more, than I actually find time, or even “want” to do, once my kids started school full-time.
Never say never, right?
After ALL these years, I just can’t believe that I’m still getting the “what DO you do all day,” remarks and, well, I’ve taken to answering, “Keeping me and my kids out of prison.”
Great way to start (or, end) a conversation, really 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Funny thing, Elizabeth, is that I really DID expect to accomplish much, much more, than I actually find time, or even “want” to do, once my kids started school full-time.
Never say never, right?
After ALL these years, I just can’t believe that I’m still getting the “what DO you do all day,” remarks and, well, I’ve taken to answering, “Keeping me and my kids out of prison.”
Great way to start (or, end) a conversation, really 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
Funny thing, Elizabeth, is that I really DID expect to accomplish much, much more, than I actually find time, or even “want” to do, once my kids started school full-time.
Never say never, right?
After ALL these years, I just can’t believe that I’m still getting the “what DO you do all day,” remarks and, well, I’ve taken to answering, “Keeping me and my kids out of prison.”
Great way to start (or, end) a conversation, really 🙂
Hugs,
Liz
With you, Sister! Although it sounds like you get a leetle more help from Garth than I do from Headless Dad. His honey-do list is as long as my arm and has been since we moved in. *sigh* Oh well!
With you, Sister! Although it sounds like you get a leetle more help from Garth than I do from Headless Dad. His honey-do list is as long as my arm and has been since we moved in. *sigh* Oh well!
With you, Sister! Although it sounds like you get a leetle more help from Garth than I do from Headless Dad. His honey-do list is as long as my arm and has been since we moved in. *sigh* Oh well!
With you, Sister! Although it sounds like you get a leetle more help from Garth than I do from Headless Dad. His honey-do list is as long as my arm and has been since we moved in. *sigh* Oh well!
With you, Sister! Although it sounds like you get a leetle more help from Garth than I do from Headless Dad. His honey-do list is as long as my arm and has been since we moved in. *sigh* Oh well!
With you, Sister! Although it sounds like you get a leetle more help from Garth than I do from Headless Dad. His honey-do list is as long as my arm and has been since we moved in. *sigh* Oh well!
With you, Sister! Although it sounds like you get a leetle more help from Garth than I do from Headless Dad. His honey-do list is as long as my arm and has been since we moved in. *sigh* Oh well!
Hey Headless Mom!
Actually, his honey-do list is HUGE (see list with bullets above) however, I can’t complain (actually, I could, but I won’t) because, he is a HUGE help with the kids, and the dishes, and the laundry, and the yard work, and…uh…well, crud, looks like I’m gonna have to give that boy a raise!!!
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Headless Mom!
Actually, his honey-do list is HUGE (see list with bullets above) however, I can’t complain (actually, I could, but I won’t) because, he is a HUGE help with the kids, and the dishes, and the laundry, and the yard work, and…uh…well, crud, looks like I’m gonna have to give that boy a raise!!!
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Headless Mom!
Actually, his honey-do list is HUGE (see list with bullets above) however, I can’t complain (actually, I could, but I won’t) because, he is a HUGE help with the kids, and the dishes, and the laundry, and the yard work, and…uh…well, crud, looks like I’m gonna have to give that boy a raise!!!
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Headless Mom!
Actually, his honey-do list is HUGE (see list with bullets above) however, I can’t complain (actually, I could, but I won’t) because, he is a HUGE help with the kids, and the dishes, and the laundry, and the yard work, and…uh…well, crud, looks like I’m gonna have to give that boy a raise!!!
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Headless Mom!
Actually, his honey-do list is HUGE (see list with bullets above) however, I can’t complain (actually, I could, but I won’t) because, he is a HUGE help with the kids, and the dishes, and the laundry, and the yard work, and…uh…well, crud, looks like I’m gonna have to give that boy a raise!!!
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Headless Mom!
Actually, his honey-do list is HUGE (see list with bullets above) however, I can’t complain (actually, I could, but I won’t) because, he is a HUGE help with the kids, and the dishes, and the laundry, and the yard work, and…uh…well, crud, looks like I’m gonna have to give that boy a raise!!!
Hugs,
Liz
Hey Headless Mom!
Actually, his honey-do list is HUGE (see list with bullets above) however, I can’t complain (actually, I could, but I won’t) because, he is a HUGE help with the kids, and the dishes, and the laundry, and the yard work, and…uh…well, crud, looks like I’m gonna have to give that boy a raise!!!
Hugs,
Liz
Gah, it doesn’t get easier. There is more to worry about when they are out on their own for more of the day. Plus there are involved in bigger things and there is still all the other no-parenting stuff that needs to be done.
It’s a lifetime job.
**Really sorry to read about what happened to Lauralee’s son. Horrible thing.
Gah, it doesn’t get easier. There is more to worry about when they are out on their own for more of the day. Plus there are involved in bigger things and there is still all the other no-parenting stuff that needs to be done.
It’s a lifetime job.
**Really sorry to read about what happened to Lauralee’s son. Horrible thing.
Gah, it doesn’t get easier. There is more to worry about when they are out on their own for more of the day. Plus there are involved in bigger things and there is still all the other no-parenting stuff that needs to be done.
It’s a lifetime job.
**Really sorry to read about what happened to Lauralee’s son. Horrible thing.
Gah, it doesn’t get easier. There is more to worry about when they are out on their own for more of the day. Plus there are involved in bigger things and there is still all the other no-parenting stuff that needs to be done.
It’s a lifetime job.
**Really sorry to read about what happened to Lauralee’s son. Horrible thing.
Gah, it doesn’t get easier. There is more to worry about when they are out on their own for more of the day. Plus there are involved in bigger things and there is still all the other no-parenting stuff that needs to be done.
It’s a lifetime job.
**Really sorry to read about what happened to Lauralee’s son. Horrible thing.
Gah, it doesn’t get easier. There is more to worry about when they are out on their own for more of the day. Plus there are involved in bigger things and there is still all the other no-parenting stuff that needs to be done.
It’s a lifetime job.
**Really sorry to read about what happened to Lauralee’s son. Horrible thing.
Gah, it doesn’t get easier. There is more to worry about when they are out on their own for more of the day. Plus there are involved in bigger things and there is still all the other no-parenting stuff that needs to be done.
It’s a lifetime job.
**Really sorry to read about what happened to Lauralee’s son. Horrible thing.
I have kids in their late 30s and 40s and I don’t remember the stress that the mothers today feel, even my kids. I try to watch and see what the problem is and I still have no clue. The mail is piled up, the laundry is not caught up, the kids are haywire, and I just shake my head. Maybe my memory is faulty at least that is what my kids say.
Ps.One of my kids has 6 kids and home schools so she is forgiven.
I have kids in their late 30s and 40s and I don’t remember the stress that the mothers today feel, even my kids. I try to watch and see what the problem is and I still have no clue. The mail is piled up, the laundry is not caught up, the kids are haywire, and I just shake my head. Maybe my memory is faulty at least that is what my kids say.
Ps.One of my kids has 6 kids and home schools so she is forgiven.
I have kids in their late 30s and 40s and I don’t remember the stress that the mothers today feel, even my kids. I try to watch and see what the problem is and I still have no clue. The mail is piled up, the laundry is not caught up, the kids are haywire, and I just shake my head. Maybe my memory is faulty at least that is what my kids say.
Ps.One of my kids has 6 kids and home schools so she is forgiven.
I have kids in their late 30s and 40s and I don’t remember the stress that the mothers today feel, even my kids. I try to watch and see what the problem is and I still have no clue. The mail is piled up, the laundry is not caught up, the kids are haywire, and I just shake my head. Maybe my memory is faulty at least that is what my kids say.
Ps.One of my kids has 6 kids and home schools so she is forgiven.
I have kids in their late 30s and 40s and I don’t remember the stress that the mothers today feel, even my kids. I try to watch and see what the problem is and I still have no clue. The mail is piled up, the laundry is not caught up, the kids are haywire, and I just shake my head. Maybe my memory is faulty at least that is what my kids say.
Ps.One of my kids has 6 kids and home schools so she is forgiven.
I have kids in their late 30s and 40s and I don’t remember the stress that the mothers today feel, even my kids. I try to watch and see what the problem is and I still have no clue. The mail is piled up, the laundry is not caught up, the kids are haywire, and I just shake my head. Maybe my memory is faulty at least that is what my kids say.
Ps.One of my kids has 6 kids and home schools so she is forgiven.
I have kids in their late 30s and 40s and I don’t remember the stress that the mothers today feel, even my kids. I try to watch and see what the problem is and I still have no clue. The mail is piled up, the laundry is not caught up, the kids are haywire, and I just shake my head. Maybe my memory is faulty at least that is what my kids say.
Ps.One of my kids has 6 kids and home schools so she is forgiven.