Sunday Confessional VI
Posted on May 11th, 2008 in aging, confessions
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.
Yeah, I Twitter, don't laugh. 
May 11th, 2008 9:45 am
Adulthood ain’t all it’s cracked up to be anyway, trust me.
May 11th, 2008 1:22 pm
I wouldn’t know…
May 11th, 2008 7:46 pm
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.
May 11th, 2008 10:01 pm
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…