On being a 43 year old teenager...

So at this stage in my life...

(age 43)

You would think that I would be over most of my "mommy" issues

Not that I am a mommy, but that I have one...

and I lived with her, my dad and my 2 kids for the past 4 weeks...

I borrowed my dad's car, stole some of his cigarettes and went to meet my old high school friends and drink beer...felt like I was 17 again...

except

when I had to cook breakfast (not everyday), lunch and dinner (most days), take care of my kids and do laundry while my mom took a nap...

Don't get me wrong, I didn't show up and expect her to take care of my kids, but one of the tasks I took on while I was there was specifically so she could help me...

I signed my oldest up for a program called Brain Highways to help with some focusing issues she has to help her get ready for 7th grade - the catch?!  I also have a six year old...

So the plan was, I start the program and while we were working it, my mom would entertain the 6 year old...

not really what happened...

She would go lay down, sometimes in the playroom, where - you guessed it - all the toys were!

I know I sound like an ungrateful bitch or teenager, but I just need to vent a bit.

There are a lot of little things that happened and some not so little things...none of them matter in the long run, I just need a bitch, a break, a drink and a vacation from my vacation...