life in clifton
So I step on the scales this morning and it was five pounds less than last night. YEAH!!!! Iwent for a walk with Steve this morning, mailed out Tara's package and then ran into town to get a few things. Riss had to be to work at 11 and I was late getting her there. I felt terrible. So when I got home I was rushing around like a maniac muttering under my breath how I'm sick of all the responsibility when I went running in from the garage, slipped and fell and swung the door open knocking a picture to the floor and shattering the glass. I stopped regained my composure and said God is telling me to stop this and spent the rest of the day in the pool. All was fantastic until I got stung by a bee and my hand swelled to the size of Texas. Marissa got home at 1:30 this morning and I'm struggling with that. I think she's way too young to be out that late and Em and Tarta never got to be out past midnight so it goes against my values. I try to be understanding yet at the same time I am the mom. I know Riss is responsible I just would never forgive myself if something happened to her. Sometimes when we are Just Us and talking she makes me laugh, she makes me think and I generally feel like ok we got it but at other times there seems to be a great divide between us. I know it was like that with Em and Tara too and now we get along fantastic so time will tell. Steve said at the dinner table tonight, " You know I think you have the best relationship with your twenty somethings.... I mean I don't know of anyone who has a closer relationship with their children. " That felt nice to hear. Mom said it's because we've been through alot together but I think it's deeper than that. I adore the human beings my children have turned out to be. I genuinely admire them and it has nothing to do with the fact that they are my children. They are neat, compassionate, funny and beautiful.. I am so blessed and I will never take that for granted. I am rich beyond measure.