April is Poetry month - it's only right that I refer to a poem.
First, some stuff about ME (it's all about me, after all)...
Listen To Your Mother St. Louis is fast approaching. On May 11, if you're lucky enough to be in the audience, you'll be inspired and amazed by the stories my fellow cast members will be reading. This has been a wonderful experience for me. It's made me realize that I missed the important female bonding, sisterhood of the traveling pants experience in my adolescence and young adult life. My mom didn't permit a lot of socializing - and as the only girl with four brothers, I never learned the joy of small talk and giggling and sharing stories. I lacked those skills that could have made my own parenting adventure a lot less isolating.
|LTYM STL 2013 Producer/Directors, Bigshot TV Emcee and Cast(three members missing)|
Honestly, I'm in awe of the younger women who have so much confidence and a can-do attitude - yet aren't afraid to reach out for support. If I compare how I acted at their age, I was a big sissy wuss weakling, and obviously emotionally stunted.
That's what I get for being raised by a woman who graduated at the top of the class at the Joan Crawford Academy for Parenting Excellence. But it's in poor taste to blame my troubles on piss poor parenting - I'm too old for that nonsense.
And I'm slow to change my behavior (although The Mister would insist that I'm stubborn). I am pretty sure that by the time I'm going to the Senior Center for mystery meat and pureed vegetables, I'll have this whole 'female relationship' thing figured out.
I will NOT use today's post to implore you local folks to purchase tickets - but I fear you'll be sorry if you don't.
I lie - here's the link. Please...I ain't too proud to beg.
Hi Ho, Hi Ho
It's Off to Work I Go
I'm the sole breadwinner now - the working from home thing is going well. This week I have several deadlines to meet (and am already freaking out about how I will accomplish these feats of derring-do). Unfortunately, the rumors that other family members would be doing the majority of the housework/cooking/laundry have been unsubstantiated. As I toil away, I look around and see the house in such a state of disarray that I feel I may soon totally lose my shit.
Wait, there's more!
Publishing Syndicate, the folks behind the 'Not Your Mother's Book' series, emailed to tell me that a story I submitted has made it past the first-round of acceptance. If I make the cut, Not Your Mother's Book...On Holidays will include my
The Boy continues to amaze...
Yes, the lad is STILL doing well in school, and STILL behaving well at home. I think the maturity fairy sprinkled happy dust on him (but not so much of the stuff to make him manic). He's acting more like a typical teenager, with a pretty normal amount of sarcasm and overall disrespect for authority. Oh, don't worry that he's been "cured" or anything - he still has his quirks and is prone to blurt out inappropriate comments at inopportune times - but his barbs have lost their mean edge...and sometimes, they're on target and funny.
He's growing taller (practically six feet tall now) and has lost 30 pounds since July (change in meds? daily PE? Who cares!).
And I'm so glad Autism Awareness month is over today - now I don't have to think about autism until...oh, never mind (look, I lit it up blue).
The Mister is still The Mister...
He's still job hunting, he's still bossy. And he hasn't stopped insisting that he's the smart one and I'm the cute one. Silly man - I'll let him keep that delusion going, though it pains me so - and I want to punch a kitten every time I have to tell him that he's right about something.
The Mister has taken on some caregiver responsibilities for his dad, Gus. They've been spending time together shopping and going to doctor appointments. Gus gave up driving a while ago, due to poor eyesight and hearing, so he's been dependent upon others to ferry him to and fro. Now it's his son's turn. The Mister is taking over his dad's financial affairs (after discovering that he'd been taken advantage of).
And the loved ones, near and far...
The grown children are still wonderful, and the grandchildren are still darned near perfect. We look forward to getting to know our newest grandchild, born on 4/20.
What's not to love about all this?
What was the best thing that happened to YOU in April?