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.
Zestimates.
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.
Pandemic weariness.
Misinformation and mask controversies.
Spring break with stepchildren.
What’s for dinner?
Medical records for taxes.
A1C numbers.
Anti-inflammatory diets.
Gauge swatches for knitting.
What’s for dinner? Again.
As my father used to say, “Life is real.”