My dad and his wife are here visiting this weekend. On the way to pick them up at the airport, I found myself repeating this mantra (out loud, because I was alone in the car):
“Just be yourself. Just be yourself. Just be yourself.”
37 years later, and I still don’t know quite how to be a grownup.
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Adulthood ain’t all it’s cracked up to be anyway, trust me.
I wouldn’t know…
Your dad and his wife? I have one of those, I call her my dad’s concubine. My uncle hates it when I say that. Mostly, because he doesn’t know what that means and it sounds bad. I could have 300 like Solomon, only I couldn’t keep up with all those birthday cards.
Oh, lord, don’t get me started on terminology. WM & I both have divorced parents, so Boo has seven grandparents all told… and we’ve dropped the “step” thing entirely for her, it’s just not reasonable…