on a roll . . .

Two days in a row!

It's Friday, which is always good at our house. In the old days it used to be better than it is now, before I had to worry about my teenager and ALL that his age and status in life conjures up! When he was younger, Friday nights meant "date night" .  .  .  not in the traditional sense of the word. Friday night was the night we snuggled up together in mommy's bed to watch TV, particularly Stargate SG-1. (I've always had a crush on Richard Dean Anderson, otherwise known as MacGyver, so this show was right up my alley. Which meant it would be a favorite of my sweet little pre-pubescent child. Everything I did, or said or liked, in those days was perfect. I digress  .  .  .  ) Any-who, Friday night was my favorite part of the week and as I blissfully reflect back on that easy time, I also remember that I was stressed about life then too. Of course the "stressers" were different then but if I'm honest, they were just as intense. In my glass-half-full way of analyzing, I guess this revelation is a good indication that stress is stress and everything eventually has a way of becoming not-so-stressful. I can't wait to not worry about my son driving, or drinking or, okay, never-mind, the list would take all night and I'm ready for the grape. Oh wait, I'll never get to NOT worry again, as long as I live. They never tell you about this worry-thing when you're trying to get pregnant or pulling into the driveway or parking lot from the hospital with your new bundle(s) of joy. Nope, those little details are never discussed, by ANYONE! I think it's a conspiracy  .  .  .  who would willingly want to worry about teenagers, etc.? (Not that I would have it any other way, I'm just saying  .  .  .  )


Remind me to tell you the story of our Group Therapy reunion to celebrate Carrie's 50th!  Maybe next time.


Happy Friday!


To be continued  .  .  .

Yep, that's the little boy who made "date night" the favorite part of my week!