I must not care about my children anymore -- because I don't ask as many questions!
I have a friend who is one of those always-kind-never-loses-her-temper sort of moms. She's like someone out of a 50s TV show, or a Dick and Jane book ... only she's in color and has a great sense of humor. Next to her, I feel like the Wicked Witch of the West!
My kids have already written their letters to Santa Claus. Tonight they are baking cookies to leave out for Santa Claus. And on Christmas Eve, they will scatter carrots and apples for Santa's reindeer. By the way, my kids are 11 and 14 years old.
Yes, I was nervous when I sent them my friend requests. Would they accept it, or ignore me? But I quickly found out that there are BIG perks to being your kids' friend on FB.
I'm working on a theory that there is a meddling gene, and it skips a generation. While my mom was totally hands off, I am involved in every aspect of my kids' lives. Will my kids (when they have kids) model themselves after me or point resentful fingers and attend years of therapy?
I just love all those helpful tips from all those self-help experts on how to get your kids to do work around the house (insert sarcastic emoticon here).
I worked until my second child was born -- then made the transition from working mom to SAHM. Unfortunately, my professional work ethic came with me.