Someone once told me that parenting gets easier as your kids get older. I think the person who said that drank martinis for breakfast, or never raised teenagers. Lately my evenings have been spent helping Brian struggle through some classes. How did I get nominated le tutor in charge? And where in the hell was my ex husband when this position became available? Probably watching the San Francisco 49rs. The bastard.
God has a sense of humor, because Brian and I are arguing living eighth grade science, which I didn’t like when I was in eighth grade. Ew, eighth grade, just the thought of it makes my skin crawl. Now I am regularly hanging out with eighth grade boys. Menopause should be easier.
Brian’s homework is a great distraction from politics and economics. I’m too exhausted after arguments helping Brian with creating a vacuum and studying molecules to care if the world is falling apart. Our science “discussions” make the debates look like child’s play. I think Palin argues because teenagers have prepped her. At home we moms get used to always having to argue our point with kids that it spills out into our work world.
Has the economic climate affected my life? Well, I come from 20 years of mortgage banking and real estate, so yes, I am seeing and living everything. One positive is the stress has me out running three days a week and hiking on the weekends. I am relieved that I turned my direction towards graphic arts and started my third career. It is always interesting to start over.
My college boyfriend drove by Heather and me as we walked at lunch. As this truck blew by us, I leaned in to Heather and said, “That guy on the passenger side was my college boyfriend. He’s worked for the same company for almost 30 years…”. She turned to watch the truck drive by. “Wow. Thirty years?” “Yeah, hard to understand isn’t it?” “Almost unreal.”
Thus, Brian and I work that homework.
Until next time-
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