Today is the last day I'll ever be able to tell someone that I am "30-something". I just simply can not believe that I am turning 40 tomorrow. Where has the time gone? I know that 40 is nothing to complain about and it's really not a big deal, but I've decided I'm going to blame this on the medical profession. Up to 40, you are probably good-to-go. Once you reach 40 though, better start having those tests run. It just makes it sound as though you've reached "that age" and it's no longer safe. We aren't really doing anything to celebrate this weekend and I'm okay with that. We've invited friends for a gathering in a few weeks and I'm really looking forward to that...it also gives me three additional weeks to make this house presentable!
Speaking of, the strike ended Wednesday evening. We reached decent terms for a settlement, and I can see that the kids are making a little more of an effort. I can also see that my husband is hounding them a little more, and that is okay too. I also see that the fact that he has to hound them is driving him crazy, which is also one of my points I was trying to make. There are certain things about which we should not have to hound them, and yet we do. As I've explained to them, my job is to make them functioning, responsible members of society, and that does not include Mom always being there to prod them into completing something. Overall though, I'm pleased with their increased effort!
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