Once I came home, I was set upon by children with these odd demands for food, laundry, signing of stacks of school papers, shopping for birthday party gifts, bat mitzvah gifts, graduation gifts, who knows what else gifts. And that's just the kids. The hubbie and I passed like 2 ships in the night as he left town for a business trip making me a single parent.
When he's out of town, the whole house kind of goes whackadoodle. I don't have to cook and I'm happy to heat up frozen pizzas, call for takeout or if I'm feeling ambitious, make quesadillas or omelets. We stay up way too late and watch all the chick flicks he can't stand. You'd think it was heaven until the garbage disposal stops working or your teenager is getting on your last nerve or he's not home to be big spoon to my little spoon. We do miss him loads.
I did get some cute surprises for Mother's Day from my posse. My son bought me a cute sign that's already hanging in the kitchen. Totally fits me. He also bought me dinner', yummy. My youngest thoroughly outdid herself. Usually I'm a fan of the old ways, the old stuff, the school of thought that says they don't make it like they used to. Only when it comes to creativity, she is such an improvement over me. Check out this cool card she made me, complete with pop ups, flaps and lots of little interactive elements: And here is my much belated project using something floral for the Order of the Opus Gluei . I filled it with puppy treats for our neighbors who just got the cutiest, patootiest little puppers. Seriously, it's priceless to watch the big bear of a hubbie walking this bit of fluff. I've made several things with these bridal flower cones; none of which serve their intended purpose to hold flower petals. And holy sweet patooties, this girl is graduating in less than 3 weeks! I'm exhausted and it's not even officially here yet (not really Mom, so don't back out). Don't shoot me, but between you and me, I hate those formal grad photos that don't even look like the young people you've watched grow up. They're stiff, starchy and fake looking (to me). I want to remember these kids as they are, rather than how some overpriced(picture me cursing like a sailor upon spying the price lists), underwhelming photography company tries to pawn off on me.
Somewhere there are photos waiting to haunt me from my own Senior year. My mom was set upon me having my photo with of those dyed feathery whatnots. A baby bathroom blue one. They looked really cute on girls in the 60s who had the whole Aquanet hairstyle going on, but I was an 80s girl; my hair and makeup did not suit. At all. Picture a cross between Big Hair Band, Punk and dead blue feathers. Wasn't pretty. My Nana still has that photo on display along with all my cousins who have perfectly normal graduation photos. As in tuxes or formals. Better than the Big Blue Bimbette photos though!
In the spirit of my daughter's fun loving nature, we took several not so serious poses. This is my real girl; informally irreverent and happy to launch into the world.