Alien Life Form? May 7, 2007

If any of you are parents of teenagers, I am sure you have asked yourself at one time or another, is this alien being really mine? 

You look at them. Study them. Try your best to decipher what they are saying as they storm off to their room, speaking some kind of foreign language, that even god, or what ever entity you believe in, can’t figure out.

I have found that the best way to save my sanity on these days is just to agree with them. I am not saying go ahead and hand them what they want. Just agree with them. Yes, you should be able to do that, absolutely… get back with me on that in… oh about 4 years…………

It’s a what? May 7, 2007

The other day I dug deep into the back of my closet.  I dragged out something I hadn’t used in ten years, but today I needed it.  Searching through dusty piled up boxes, I was sure I still had one.

My six year old’s curiosity peaked as he stuck his head in my way.  I finally found it dusty , but in good shape. I don’t think I had used it more than a half dozen times.  As I went and set it up, I could see my son’s eyes light up with questions.

I told him not to touch it because it was hot. Finally the question I knew he had, blurted out. “Mom, what is that? I’ve never seen one before.”  I had to laugh as I explained to him what it was and why I was using it. He had never seen an iron and an ironing board before and I hope he doesn’t expect to see one often. Isn’t that what wrinkle free clothes are for?