Randomness at its fineness

Day 39:  I have nothing to say about smoking, other than still nicotine free.  So I thought I'd just type up some randomness.
I couldn't wait to move back to the states after 4 years in  England, not because I didn't like it, but the culture was so different that I was just ready for some good ol' American culture...  Where did we get sent?  Utah~ the opposite of American culture.  Jokes on me.

If I delete you from Facebook, it is not because I hate you, it is probably because I'm judging you and because that is something I am really against, my only option is to press delete on the FB friendship. ~ Yeah, I know there must be a better  Christian way.

 It's probably a bad sign when T, the 15 yr old repeats word for word what I said to M not to long ago, "We haven't been on vacation in forever", at which point, not caring that I too have said it, yell "really, did we not just go to New York and Pennsylvania in December?".  Kids are like mirror images of ourselves and quite frankly looking and listening to them is like walking through the carnival house of mirrors and seeing yourself all distorted.   I just want to scream to T, step away from the mirror.

S is moving away for her last two years of college, and with that comes the reality of how disabled I have made my kids by doing everything for them.  I have made small strides in changing this, poor T, he is still in the house for the next 3 years so he is gonna have to learn to wipe his own butt.  (I'm kidding, it's not that bad)  He will have to learn how to spread cream cheese on his bagels, ok close to wiping his own butt.   At first with the realizations that I am like Kathy Bates in Misery and I have hobbled my kids, it can be overwhelming and depressing but then light shines through.  The light I speak of, are my quiet allies, the friends who don't reveal all their downfalls, as freely as myself, but every once in a while they give you the back up (crutch) you need.  One such friend, said in conversation about kids, "oh yeah my kid told me the other day if I came down and cut up her fruit she would eat it).  I should mention "down" is a 6 hour drive, and while S hasn't left the house yet, I have heard this statement out of her mouth.  Apparently, the trick to eating healthy is to have all the fruit and veggies cut up for you in a ready to go container, because having to pull out, lets say a big heavy cantaloupe and cutting it in slices and putting it in a baggie, I'm sorry let me just stop, that's just non-sensical talk.  It's not gonna happen.  Back to the light I saw, in that moment I realized I'm not alone, S won't be the only emaciated, dilapidated, lost kid away at school.  Power to the "Helicopter" mom's .