This is one of those blogs that could go haywire really quickly - much like the conversations between my husband and I regarding the subject matter. Could go haywire? Oh, yeah - our conversations have absolutely gone haywire. If by haywire you mean, oh, hey, has this caused the two of you any all-out-definitely-count-as-an-argument moments?. … Continue reading Failure to Launch
I read it on Google.... WebMD said.... My friend thinks I.... There's a girl in at school/work/the gym... This is how we diagnose ourselves. It's slightly terrifying. It's even more terrifying as many folks stroll into their diploma-ed doctor' offices, armed with information pulled from non-diploma-ed sources and present their symptoms on a here's-some-bias silver … Continue reading Internet Doctor, With Honors
The more I research, study, and educate myself on the behaviors of teens, the more I think a boarding school directly to college route makes sense. Ship them off to a far away land until they’re maybe twenty-five. I fantasize a marriage without teens. What would that be like? I say this as my husband … Continue reading Bingo!
I’m fairly certain my husband’s favorite part of all the shite that is going on with my mom is the period of transition he gets to enjoy when I arrive back home from an extended stay at my parents’ home. Did I say favorite part? That’s not what I meant. I meant I see him … Continue reading Incoming.
Today we pushed the button to transfer Zack from 'regular' school to online school. Yes, it is considered a transfer and, yes, theoretically it means that he is no longer a student at Hanover High but now a student of Hanover County's online school. We went in circles for weeks on what the best choice … Continue reading Virtually Decided
I’m not sure if we’re cracking or not. Things seem to still be going well, yet there are times I wonder how not interacting with 'the others' is affecting us. Should I be concerned that I basically spend the days intercepting hilarious jokes that zing thru my head? Should I be concerned that most times, … Continue reading Wake me up, when Apriltember ends.
My husband just did his favorite thing - even more of his favorite because it involved my usual post vacation funk. And by funk, I mean, after months and months of planning vacations, I tend to come home and have a meltdown. I pretend I'm not going to. I try not to. I tell myself … Continue reading Reentry