Hello, I’m “crazy mom”– (I could give you some explicits as to what I’m presently named, but what purpose would it serve?) Let’s pop some popcorn, watch a movie on the lawn, be “normal”… It’s vintage mixed with modern; the blues, soul food, classic rock, and just a tad-bit country (not so much)– It’s summer, so scream. (“For ice cream”?)
I’ve managed to keep some sort of sense of humor, though temporarily allergic to teenagers for the last 4 years (or maybe they’re allergic to me)– though not my own. I never was allergic to my teen, I just wanted him to come home.
Screen teenage kid pals (at least, attempt to and try), ’cause they’re YOURS!– Don’t let anyone say you didn’t give it your full gusto. Don’t let them fall behind in summer; otherwise, they’ll regress, or worse, have to repeat a year when school starts back up in the fall, lol… Really, it’s no laughing matter.
Go have a coffee with your husband.
Oh, darn, I forgot it’s Crazy Week…
Now let me go bake some cookies, then catch fireflies with the kids (maybe I’ll just let them do the catching while I have a coffee with my husband). Enjoy the 20 consecutive (old) hits and Skirt in the Kitchen food grub for Crazy Week.
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