Every now and then when I think about my kids, I realize how very cool they are and how much I like them. I love them, too, but liking your kids isn't a given. Mine are funny, interesting, and even if nice doesn't always show itself (scuse me? boys? teenagers?) there's nice under there -- scathes of it. Oceans of nice. Ditto integrity. They get that from their dad. Anyway, the next time one of them annoys the shit out of me, I'll have to reread this.
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This is what boyz do Friday nights and Saturday mornings. (hey, not my idea.) The good thing is it's inside because holy jeebus it's cold here....brrrr.
boyz
Boy3's hit 11 hard and, like his brothers before him, he wishes to put some distance between me and him. The other two have already come out the other side of this dissing mom stage, so I'm not too worried. Yet I do have some lines he mayn't cross. For instance, I'm not answering to the dog's name and plain "bitch" is right out. I've said he can use my first name, and any variation of mom works, but that's not quite rude enough for him. He needs a name for me that expresses disdain but doesn't cross my line into Trouble. Maybe some word for female parental unit in a language that sounds hostile. FPU has an obscene ring but he might not be taking suggestions from me. Also the boys have been wondering if gay people are turned on by their own bodies. It seemed like a fair question even if it was first raised by a character on a sit-com and caused all the other characters to groan and howl.
Today is my baby's birthday
My youngest is. . . (God, how did this happen?) ten today. Jesus. Also coming soon: the talented one in my family.