Entitlement

I hope I spelled the title right. It's late and I should really go to bed but I needed to write this before we left for vacation.

Last night I volunteered at Paul's work for their 4th of July Art Bash. The theme this year was "Surf's Up" and I was in charge of the Sugar Shack. It was a very creative job (ha!). I handed kids bags and they filled them with candy. I must add that Paul's work is in a very elite area not too far from here. The people who live there tend to have WAY too much money and believe that entitles them to anything and everything. I was appalled at the number of parents who kept coming back to take more and more candy -- three and four of each item and then were disgusted when the candy was gone and they couldn't get more. Really, how could that be?

The event was a ton of fun. They did tye dye, made necklaces with sea glass, did prints with shells and many other art things. The food was amazing -- chowder that was so rich and creamy, s'mores and so much else that I should have avoided eating all day today. Then we watched the fireworks. When they were over we had popcorn and watched Beach Blanket Bingo. Okay, I helped Paul clean up but others watched. Paul had started work at 9 a.m. so at 11:00 p.m. when the fireworks were ending, I felt that he needed some assistance. Many hands make light work, right? We got home around 12:30. A long day for Paul.

On that note, we're packing and organzing and gathering our stuff in order to go up north this week. We're so excited to be full of s'mores, campfires, trips on the boat and hopefully warm weather and sun.

Talk to you when we return.

Happy Birthday & Anniversary

(Paul & Bob many years ago)

Sending lots of love to my darling husband on his birthday! Happy Birthday honey!

This is also the third anniversary of our first "date." It was three years ago today that Paul and I went out with a group of my friends to play pool and hang out. Paul arrived at my houses after I sent him a text to wish him a happy birthday. Emma was gone, it was a Friday, and I was going out. I couldn't exactly leave him alone on his birthday so I invited him to go along with me. He announced somewhere in the course of the evening that he'd given up smoking and drinking for his birthday. It made the whole bar scene a little tricky but we had a good time playing pool. It was the first of many nights to come. I just didn't know it yet.

It happened overnight

My child has turned into a teenager. I thought I had a few more months until she turned 13 apparently not. Yesterday she was grouchy and unreasonable and (as usual) everything had to be on her time frame. She was snarky and disrespectful and (wait for it) bitchy. Yikes! And then last night after spending much of the day at a birthday party and then at dinner with the fam she took to her room with the door closed to talk on the phone. Ugh!

My baby is a teenager. And I'm not tremendously happy about it.