Tonight, I am tired. My children are all grown with children of their own, yet my mothering is not yet finished. I don’t want it to ever be finished. In the last 24 hours, I have had conversations with each of my children and my husband. I am no expert on any of the topics below, but I found it interesting when I stopped to consider the content of our conversations. It’s no wonder I’m tired.
Topics discussed in no particular order:
Zillow listings for purchase of a house.
Is it a bad idea to finance a down payment?
The Landlord called.
Rent increase because of 13% HOA increase.
A baby’s projectile vomiting.
Kindergarten interview for admission to a private school.
Summer jobs for teens.
Receiving tenure as a professor.
Gallbladder attack and acute cholecystitis.
Recommendation of a surgeon.
Misinformation and mask controversies.
Spring break with stepchildren.
What’s for dinner?
Medical records for taxes.
Gauge swatches for knitting.
What’s for dinner? Again.
As my father used to say, “Life is real.”