Alert the AARP! I am NOT in Their Demographic!!

Call it peri-menopause. Call it empty nest. Call it anything like that and I'll feed your falling breasts to my blind dog!  Yes, my youngest child turned 18.  Yes, my "monthly" is far less predictable and I am most certainly not pregnant.  No, my inner 28-yr-old does NOT need a  reality check!

Maybe, I'm just confronting the fact  that I have no idea what to do with myself now that I have raised two kids and they have both left me for college (well, almost).  Ok, so they didn't leave me; I made them go to college.  Just ask them!  

I am, however,  46 and going to be living alone for the first time in....erg.......26 years! So, now what?  Well, I go back to teaching and the Desert.  I move into my perfect, newish condo.
 
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So I can do anything I want...within the confines of money and restraints of my new kids-the pets.

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Either I have adult onset ADD, or I have too many choices!  

Well, I guess for today, I will be glad that my daughter hasn't graduated high school just yet and concentrate on valuing the time we have left.  (I will forget and ignore that I am unstylish, annoying, and the nosiest, most controlling mother in the world!)

Why?  Because "I will think of that tomorrow!"

Smell the Coffee

I've been trying to stop and smell the coffee a little each day - and daydream that it is being delivered to me.  I sit on my little balcony and witness all the signs of life bouncing around  the apartment alcove:  the faraway lullabies of  the 57 freeway; the moans of love-making bellowing the impending arrival of great satisfaction; a petit, red-throated hummingbird rests on the branch of a sycamore tree and frantically calls to a lost mate. The  scream of a siren on its way  to UCI Medical Center wakes me from my Neil Simon moment.  

Okay.  Back to reality.