15 and counting

15 is such a fun age. Today I've been told that I just don't care. "Why?" you might ask. Wait for it - because I won't buy him a very large trash can to put ice water in, to ice his leg. Just one of the many services I offer - chauffeur, cook, maid, laundress, person who doesn't care (or understand). Was I ever this age? Did I really drive my mom this nuts? Oh, yes I did. She was once as stupid as I am now.

Still haven't started my project. Hopefully will sell a piece today. Laundry almost done. (like anyone reading this cares). Spent most of last week helping m paint room. Now he just has to get it all back together.

Real post

First "real" post. Feeling melancholy, school is about to start. Part of me can't wait for them to go to school, part of me always misses them so terribly. Just having them in the house. . .

Weather here is lovely, not too hot (high 70's) not too humid (?). Well, what I'm avoiding is the problems I am having with my 14 year old. Informed me yesterday that he has never liked living with us. Whoa! Hard not to react, felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach. I know not to take it personally, but it still stings. I have to get the lines not to be crossed out again. Sometimes it's so hard to remember all the "right" things to do when your kids are acting out. It's tough. You know when they tell me their life sucks, I so want to tell them "hey - me too!!!" Sometimes I get so scared. Love them so much it hurts. Don't want them to take a wrong turn somewhere and get lost. How do I stop that? How do I get the hugs back???

Ok, get a grip!!! Stop wallowing. Going to check clothes in dryer and start a beading project. Went to a big bead show last weekend. What fun. Beaders are such great people. You can't help but be inspired when you are around them.

This is a test post