Tuesday, September 16, 2014

A Text From God

It was a bad day.

A little thing shook me and I got upset. Not just upset. Angry. Down right mad. At God. I felt like He let me down, like He didn't care, like my efforts didn't matter, like He didn't notice or care and I just had to suck it up and do what He said.

And I didn't want to. I thought I deserved better.

But God is God and when you follow Him you don't have a choice in these matters, so I spent the day trying to move on. Without success. Every time I thought about it, the tears (and anger) came. I prayed about it, very honestly I might add (read: I let Him know exactly how I felt). He knew anyway and there was no point in hiding it. I prayed and cried and whined and pouted.

By the end of the day I knew what He wanted from me. I knew I had to do it. But I wasn't happy about it. He had disappointed me. (For those of you feeling very worried for me right now, it's okay. God is big enough to handle these sorts of emotions. Have you ever read the Psalms?!)

The next morning I was still a little upset, but resigned myself to the fact that you can't question God. There was nothing I could do about it. I mean, how do you change God's mind? If it's the plan, you gotta follow it. It doesn't matter if you don't like it.

Yeah. I probably didn't have the best attitude about it.

But that didn't stop God from dazzling, from reminding me of His love amid my displeasure. In something as simple as a text message, He reminded me that He cares.

The friend who typed the text was totally unaware of the angst, anger, and disappointment of the day before. She had no idea. Her words made me stare in disbelief.

"I dreamed about you last night. In my dream I was hugging you and you were very, very sad. I thought I better check and make sure you're okay."

How could she know?! She couldn't! I felt as if I got a text from God Himself saying, "I see you, Tami. I know this is hard for you. It's going to be okay. I love you."

And suddenly the words of Psalm 73 came to life. It was the beginning of my surrender, the start to giving in to God's perfect plan with an attitude of trust rather than defeat.

When my heart was grieved and my spirit embittered, I was senseless and ignorant; I was a brute beast before you. Yet I am always with you; you hold me by my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will take me into glory.

Psalm 73:21-24

Though I was hurt and angry, He was with me the whole time. He understood. He made sure I knew He did.

He sent me a text.

What causes you to distrust God? Have you talked with Him about it? Are you willing to give it up to follow His perfect plan? When your heart's not in it, will you trust He is with YOU always?

When you're willing to get that personal with Him, you too may get a text from God.

Photo Credit: Johnathan Lyman

Friday, September 12, 2014

7 Quick Takes (Volume 292)

I may or may not be showing my age.

I've noticed my fingers are starting to get that deformed, arthritic look. The top knuckle on my ring finger of my right hand is curving to the left ever so slightly. And the middle knuckle on the finger next to it is tilting the other way. The bottom joint in my right thumb is achy all the time too.

I already have grandma hands. What are they going to look like in twenty years?!

And if that isn't bad enough, I also had this conversation with my husband.

Kevin: Is that your phone?

Me: What? Did my phone go off?

Kevin: I think it buzzed.

I checked and indeed it had.

Me: Oh, yeah. I guess I didn't hear it.

Kevin: It's just my stellar ears.

Me: These are your stellar years?

Kevin: Ears.

Me: Why are these your stellar years?

Kevin: EARS! My stellar ears! I guess we know why you didn't hear it!


I've really been missing my kids this past two weeks and have become super sappy mom. Drama Queen's been sending us assorted snapchats every day and I just love her attempts to stay connected. Though I'm just awful at snapchat, I made an effort, because she's just so dang cute in hers. I wish I would have taken a screen shot of her shocked face.

Drama Queen: You actually responded!!

And then Kevin and I did some perfectly silly ones with she and The Boyfriend and I was reminded yet again why my kids are so awesome.

Continuing in sappy mom mode, I was texting Ladies Man about how school was going and couldn't resist telling him my feelings.

Me: We sure do miss you.

And in pure, smooth move Ladies Man fashion, he totally proved why he has his name.

Ladies Man: I'm in the same boat.

Of COURSE I actually uttered aloud, "Awwww!" and got a little teary-eyed. My husband was not as moved.

Kevin: You are too easy.

It's true.

I couldn't help myself from texting Drummer Boy as well. You would have been proud of me. I didn't even ask about guacamole. He filled my sap tank too, asking "How are you!" with an explanation point like he really wanted to know. You see how easy I am?! He also told me he's finally taking care of something he's been putting off for months and I've been nagging politely reminding him about. I was so happy and proud, as if he told me he was buying me a new car. I didn't say anything but my mind was going crazy. Look at you, Mr. Grownup. You are such a stud.

Yeah, I may have a problem.

As a friend was telling me about her young kids using their cute face, I realized my kids are grown and the cute face still works on me. It makes me wonder when the turning point was. I never used to cave whenever my kids smiled at me. I used to be firm and unflappable. They knew who was boss.

Or maybe I'm suffering from selective memory too.

I ran into some people I knew from high school the other day and they were asking about my family. My response gives you an indication of my current emotional state.

Me: Well, we just lost our third child.

And then I realized how that sounded so I quickly corrected myself.

Me: I mean, he went to college. He didn't die or anything!

My, oh my.

You should probably pray for poor Princess Dawdle who is suffering through all my sappy mom affection. I find myself hugging her all the time telling her how great she is. This girl should have no self-esteem issues whatsoever! So far she's been really sweet about it, telling me I'm a great mom too and stuff like that. But soon she'll be begging her siblings to come home.

Lucky her. She gets super sap queen all to herself.

We had a great time at a family reunion last Saturday. I grew up with and went to school with many of my cousins. Most live within an hour of me and at least once a year we still get the family together. Here's a picture of some of us. (Why did the rest of you not make it in the picture?)

These people were my childhood. We'd get together on weekends for pizza and fun. We'd go fishing with Grandpa and meet at Grandma's for Sunday dinner. We'd spend the night at each other's houses and hang out together all summer. This family has provided a TON of good memories for me.

I like that my kids know my cousins' kids. Princess Dawdle even went home with one of my cousins to spend more time with her daughter.

Yeah. This family is a rare and precious gift I don't take for granted. Love you guys!

I'm headed west this weekend to see some awesome people and speak at a women's conference. REALLY looking forward to it. You might say a prayer for all of us as we get deep. I plan to talk about grace, humility and vulnerability in relationships and finish it up with a talk called Getting Real With God. Those poor women may not know what they're in for, but I'm expecting God to show up big time. RAWR. Gets me going, I tell you.

I better hit the road, folks. I hope your weekend is deep and exhilarating too. If you can't handle deep and exhilarating, spend some time reading more Quick Takes instead at Conversion Diary. Adios!

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

No Equivalent

The rising generation of women is getting tired of the bad rap girls take for being girls. Every woman alive knows the frustration of being dismissed by men with "it must be that time of the month." What makes them think the only reason we have an issue is because of that? Girls in my daughter's generation are striking back. Princess Dawdle and her friends have a new phrase for their guy friends who are acting moody or generally emo.

"He's on his man period."

Her father overheard her talking about it and apparently found it somewhat offensive.

Kevin: What?!

Princess Dawdle: When he gets all bossy and emotional, we say he must be on his man period.

Kevin: I don't think that translates to a man. There's no equivalent in men to a period. Is there something like that in men that doesn't translate to women?

Me: Yes. There's no female equivalent to a man's, "I'm not thinking anything."

Princess Dawdle: What? That's not possible. How can you not be thinking anything?

Me: Either they aren't really thinking anything or they're just saying that to get us off their backs.

Kevin: No! Really! We aren't thinking about ANYTHING!

Every couple alive knows this disparity in male and female brains. Men and women just don't function the same way.

It makes me think of God and the way He works, not at all like humans. His plan doesn't always make sense. The path He lays out for us is often strewn with pain and we don't get it. We wonder what He could possibly be thinking. We doubt Him and our disappointment breeds distrust. How could a God who loves us let us suffer like we do sometimes? We forget a fundamental truth.

There's no human equivalent for God.

Of COURSE it won't make sense to us! How can it?! His ways are higher than ours. He sees the whole picture. He knows what is required to make us more like Him. We have nothing except our own minds to compare Him to and we know ourselves and our flaws. We can't fathom a different way of thinking.

"Who is my equal?” asks the Holy One.

Isaiah 40:25

No one is His equal. No one. So the next time you find yourself questioning God's goodness, the next time you're tempted to think you're forgottten, remember it's not God sticking it to you. You just aren't gettin' it. You can't. You have nothing or no one to compare it to. He has no equivalent.

Seek the Lord while you can find him.
Call on him now while he is near.
Let the wicked change their ways
and banish the very thought of doing wrong.
Let them turn to the Lord that he may have mercy on them.
Yes, turn to our God, for he will forgive generously.

“My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord.
“And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine.
For just as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so my ways are higher than your ways
and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.

Isaiah 55:6-9

Photo Credit: Trey Ratcliff

Friday, September 05, 2014

7 Quick Takes (Volume 291)

Princess Dawdle has been driving for over a week now and I've been proud of my carefree, relaxed attitude about it. Well I was til she announced this:

Princess Dawdle: Don't freak out Mom, but . . .

Do they not understand that "Don't freak out" is not softening the blow, but jump starting the panic?

Princess Dawdle: Don't freak out. Mom, but I almost t-boned a car this morning. I guess I shouldn't eat and drive at the same time yet.

You would have been proud of me. I said NOTHING. Really. I nodded and smiled, choosing to be happy she figured it out for herself. Plus we shouldn't forget the ALMOST.

I will survive these children, I will survive these children, I will survive these children . . .

We spent our Labor Day doing some WAY necessary outside work. Our yard was starting to look like Hobo Joe lived here. The weeds were so high around our trash cans it was hard to take the trash out. But not now. Now we're looking sleek and sexy.

Well, that may be stretching it some. I have noticed Herb is no where to be seen. I think this is because Kevin decided to put our poor bean plants out of their misery and pulled them out. So now I suppose Herb ran off into the sunset with Peaches. Lucky bunnies.

Truly I need a life.

My dryer has made a miraculous recovery. And I didn't even lay hands on it OR anoint it with oil (although maybe that would have been a good idea)! Suddenly the squeal is gone and there's only an occasional chirping noise. A teeny little "chirp" every now and then I can handle. That squeal made me feel like I was in the middle of the Psycho movie all the time.

Ladies Man has a professor that is German. Remember his commentary on Germans this summer? His opinion hasn't changed.

Ladies Man: She's bulldog. You know Germans.

He seems to forget he is at least 3/4 German himself. And really, what makes her so ferocious? Is it the German accent with its vowels that come from the gut and those sharp, staccato T sounds that compel you to stand at attention? Why didn't I employ my German heritage YEARS ago with this kid? I just needed to get my German on and I could have saved myself TONS of frustration.

But then again, I was no pushover. I remember reminding him in his early teens that I could still take him down. And I meant it. And I could have! No sassy big kid is gonna get the best of me! Even though he's got 10 inches and 60 pounds on me, there was one time last year I got so mad at him he honestly looked scared to death.

Hey, maybe I've been using my German all along and didn't know it. Ja!

I gave Drummer Boy his guacamole kit last week and totally pulled a stupid mother move. I opened the lid and explained everything like he was 5 all over again.

Drummer Boy: Yeah, yeah. Mmm hmm.

He's always been good about humoring his mother.

Me: Now, do you know HOW to make guacamole?

Drummer Boy: Yeah, sure.

I was skeptical. I mean, c'mon, his idea of making dinner is running through the nearest drive-thru.

Me: You have a recipe?

Drummer Boy: Yep.

Obviously he wasn't really listening to me. And I wasn't listening to him either as I continued to list all the ingredients he'd need.

Drummer Boy (still humoring me, with that boyish smirk I can't help but love): Mmm hmm.

Me (giving it up): Whatever. You have no idea. Good luck.

He smiled, happy to have me off his back, but probably also a little proud he can still charm his mother. How do these kids do it? It's not like they have irresistible chubby little cheeks anymore or those big expressive eyes that beckon you to hold them. Why do I still melt when my boys grin in my direction? I want to hug the stuffing out of Drama Queen when she sidles up and says, "Hey, Mom." And even though I know she's buttering me up, every time Princess Dawdle ends her text with "Mamasita" I can't help but smile. Sigh. Maybe I am a pushover.

But Drummer Boy, don't get cocky. I'm gonna call you on your guacamole skills. I will. Start practicing.

But here's one of the cruel jokes of motherhood: If he does get it I'll be happy. Even though he proves me wrong. Poop.

For some reason Drama Queen likes to send us snapchats of her food. I don't think it has anything to do with my constant reminders to my kids that they should eat. (Isn't that my job?!) She must imagine me awake at night praying my children aren't wasting away. Or maybe she's trying to rub it in Drummer Boy's face that she actually DOES prepare food. Whatever the case, it makes me smile every time. It's super sweet she wants to stay connected with us in her every day like that. I love it.

I'm also very excited my family has FINALLY gotten into the spirit of the private Boesiger Bunch Facebook page I started years ago. It took a while, but now everybody is adding stuff. There always a new video someone adds for us all to comment on. It's almost like we're watching TV together in the same room.

Who says technology is bad? I like the many avenues it gives me to stay in touch with my kids, even when they're grown.

To round out today's Quick Takes, Princess Dawdle and I would like to wish you a very happy weekend!

And I'm out for today, friends. For more Quick Takes, visit Conversion Diary.

Friday, August 29, 2014

7 Quick Takes (Volume 290)

Happy Birthday to my BABY! Princess Dawdle turned 16 this week. I still remember these days.

I was worried her birthday was going to be a downer for her now that she's the only kid in our house, but I shouldn't have been. She has some really sweet friends. One girl surprised her by decorating her car.

I was a little nervous watching her take her maiden voyage alone to school. She pretty much captures what I was feeling.

Celebrating with our family was as silly as ever.

The night before school pictures, Princess Dawdle piddled around for HOURS trying to decide what to wear. This girl is no morning glory, let me tell you, so I knew she had to get it decided that night, yet I heard her chatting it up with her friends. At one point she came in with a pair of skinny jeans, while on face time with a friend.

Princess Dawdle (obviously poised to make a point): What color would you say these are?

Kevin: peach

Me: peach or orange

Princess Dawdle (to her iPod): Did you hear that? Peach or orange. NOT pink!

Me: You STILL don't know what you're wearing? What is taking you so long?

Princess Dawdle: The struggle is real, Mom.

Oh brother. You think she's about ready to inherit her sister's name?

I got the kids' guacamole kits done. I think they turned out pretty good.

A special touch was cutting boards made and signed by their grandpa.

Remember me telling you how Ladies Man wanted to start guacamole night in his dorm? When he found out his roommate is a big guacamole fan, he made some his very first night. He's been there one week and already some girl has challenged him to a "guac off."

I think this means I should get some credit for his social success, right?

Every day my iPad gives me a little message from dictionary.com about the word for the day. Normally I don't click over and look at them unless it's a particularly strange word I've never seen before. I HAD to check it out on Wednesday when the word was pulchritudinous.

pulchritudinous: physically beautiful; comely

Now there's a word you can sink your teeth into! I'm a woman who loves specifics. When my husband tells me "you look nice" that does nothing for me. What does that even mean? The pillows on my couch "look nice." I told Princess Dawdle her new steering wheel cover, "looked nice." When I actually clean my house I think it "looks nice." Do I fit in the same category as a couch pillow? (Wait, maybe I don't want an answer to that.)

But if he were to say, "Oh honey, you are absolutely pulchritudinous today" that may turn my crank. Obviously it would mean he had put some thought into it. And it would probably require some extra work learning how to SAY it which means he went the extra mile for me. Plus I love a man with good vocabulary.

How do you suppose I get the dictionary.com app on HIS iPad?

We attended Drama Queen's band exhibition last Friday. I don't know why I get such a kick out of her being the only girl on the snare line, but I do. Here's this year's crew.

Proud of you, babe!

On Saturday we went back to the University to watch The Boyfriend's exhibition as part of Big Red Singers, the show choir at the University of Nebraska. I couldn't believe HOW MUCH DANCING they did! By the end of the performance they were bushed. They literally panted through their last song. You can tell by this picture how taxing it was.

That poor guy was a total sweat bucket! But boy can he dance! He da man!

After the concert, we got a little camera happy. Here's one I love of my mom, me and the girls.

But then things just got ridiculous.

Now that I have sufficiently frightened you, I'm calling it a day. Enjoy your weekend, friends, and find more Quick Takes at Conversion Diary.

Friday, August 22, 2014

7 Quick Takes (Volume 289)

I had a twinge of sadness (that may be putting it mildly) as Ladies Man moved to college yesterday. The week was SO BUSY taking care of last minute things he would need, making sure he was set to succeed, at least as much as it depended on me. We got it all done and moved the boy in and even though he lives less than an hour away it still hurt my heart to leave him there. These kids and what they do to us! I'm so proud of who he's become though and am excited for his future. RAWR, Ladies Man! Go get 'em!

It was bittersweet watching Princess Dawdle and Ladies Man this week. You could see them wanting to make the most of their few days living in the same house. Every time Ladies Man had an errand to run, he'd ask her to go along. And for some reason he was really big on leaving her in good shape with the old car. First he bought her an early birthday present, a steering wheel cover.

Then there was a fob for the old car which broke in the spot you attach it to a key ring. He hasn't been using it, but decided to fix it so she could by drilling a tiny hole in it. Now everyone in the family, except ME, has a fob for remote locks and I have the newest car!

He must have gotten a little drill happy because then he started drilling tiny holes in Lego bricks and making key chains we are all supposed to use.

No worries, Ladies Man. There's no way we'll forget about you, whether we have Legos on our key chains or not.

Kevin and I had a super fun time with Drama Queen and The Boyfriend at a wedding reception last weekend. They got there before us and waited around to sit with us! There were all sorts of kids their age and they wanted to sit with us. I felt so honored.

Drama Queen ran off to see a few friends here and there, leaving her phone sitting at the table. We tried and tried to remember her pass code so we could take a selfie and make it her background. We had the right numbers, but not in the right order. Finally The Boyfriend gave it to us and we got in, but she caught us in the act. We thought we were funny. She thought we were lame, especially when she had to tell us how to make it her background. I guess that makes us old, but we're kinda cute. Kinda. Aren't we? (I've had an emotional week. Just say yes.)

You may have noticed a little change in the blog this week. I'm playing around with making it fresher, cleaner. It desperately needs an update. I stink at this sort of thing and despise doing it. It involves decisions and ugh, don't get me started. I think I may hate it worse than cleaning which is saying a heap ton. It's a work in progress, people. Any good that comes is only at the hand of my beloved husband who patiently endures me saying things like, "I hate that. No. I want something like . . . I'm gonna look like a hack. Too frilly. I've just wrecked everything. No. No. I don't know. This is totally stressing me out!"

Early in our marriage we tried to hang wallpaper in a stairwell. I think that was worse than this venture. I think. In the end we survived it and we're older and wiser now, so we should be okay. As long as I keep breathing and quit overthinking it all. It's a work in progress, but Kevin assures me we'll get there. Thanks for your help, honey!

Our local high school is working on their fall musical. This year they'll be performing The Wizard of Oz. Princess Dawdle has been cast as a tot.

Princess Dawdle: Tots are the ballerina girls that sing "The Lullaby League."

Me: That's good, isn't it?

Princess Dawdle (rolling in her eyes): I'm in there with all these dancer girls. I'm gonna look stupid.

Me: You'll catch on. You do show choir. It's not like you can't dance at all.

Princess Dawdle: That's just a bunch of popping your hips and smiling big. It's not ballet.

Me: You'll be fine.

Princess Dawdle: Ugh. I'd rather be a tree.

We're headed to Memorial Stadium tonight to watch Drama Queen march in the Cornhusker Marching Band Exhibition. She's the only girl on the snare line with eight other boys this fall, but I have no doubt she can handle it. We were texting about it earlier in the week.

Me: Keep those boys in line.

Drama Queen: They got a little tough love yesterday.

Me: What?

Drama Queen: The boys on my side got yelled at a few times yesterday.

Me: Yeah, you can put the smack down all right. RAWR!

Drama Queen: Haha they aren't that scared of me yet.

Me: They should be!

I have home movies that prove that girl was pushing people around at 2 years old. If those boys know what's good for them, they'll stay in line. Drummer Boy can probably corroborate. Right, son?

And thus concludes another saga of the Boesiger Bunch Chronicles. Enjoy your weekend, friends, and catch more Quick Takes at Conversion Diary.

Friday, August 15, 2014

7 Quick Takes (Volume 288)

It's been a big week at the Boesiger house. Change is brewing, my friends. Drama Queen moved out on Monday. (Sigh. Remember, my dear daughter, you can always come home. Just ask Drummer Boy how many times he's heard that phrase.) Princess Dawdle started her sophomore year of high school. And by this time next Friday, Ladies Man will be moved to college too. You ever have a weird uneasiness knowing things are about to be different? Yeah. That's me right now. It's going to be fine and we'll all adjust and go on to live productive, enjoyable lives, but right now it feels ew.

Congratulations to Ladies Man who bought his first car this week!

I was proud of the way he searched vehicles out by himself and contacted the owners, setting up times to test drive vehicles with his dad. After the purchase, I went with him to the courthouse to walk him through the registration process and I wish I could have captured the look on his face when he was all done.

Me: How's that feel to see a title with your name on it? You now own a car. You have an asset!

He just smiled and nodded his head in his charming way. Priceless. I'll never forget it.

While we were at the courthouse, we decided to get Princess Dawdle's driver's license. Yes, my BABY will be a licensed driver in 12 days! How did this happen?!

Even Ladies Man seems a little nervous about the proposition. As she was driving us around town the other day he was giving her unsolicited advice. As the youngest she's used to this sort of thing and didn't really respond, but I came to her defense.

Me: She's gotten a lot better. She's going to be fine. She'll be FINE!

Princess Dawdle: Are you saying that because it's true or are you trying to convince yourself?

Busted. Even though I've done this three times, watching her take that first trip without me is gonna be tough. Be safe, Princess Dawdle. Don't forget to look behind you. Flip your hair around AFTER you get to school, not on the way there.

Now that Ladies Man has his own car, Princess Dawdle inherits the school car he's been driving. The rule at our house is that we'll provide a car for our high-schoolers, but it stays here when they go to college. I love that my kids are not picky when it comes to wheels. Princess Dawdle is thrilled to have her "own" car now even though it's an old Buick LeSabre whose paint is peeling off the trunk. It was super cute when we came home from the courthouse. Ladies Man said his birthday gift to Princess Dawdle would be a full tank of gas. He checked the oil and the tires, and then recruited her help to clean it out (because HELLO! she contributed to the mess in there over the last year). They were having a blast together getting her car all shiny and clean. After I saw it I wished I would have put them on detail for my van!

One thing Ladies Man took from the LeSabre for his own car was a little plastic dinosaur he kept on the dash. They kid that he is a guardian angel of sorts, watching over them as they go from place to place. He and Princess Dawdle have joked around about this thing all year, ribbing each other about who gets to keep "Brock." Ladies Man won out and has already placed him in the new vehicle.

Princes Dawdle found her own, bigger dinosaur and named him Melvin. I don't know what it is about that name, but somehow Melvin doesn't instill as much confidence in me as Brock. Brock is manly, solid. Melvin is . . . well, Melvin. Nonetheless I think it's sweet she wants to perpetuate the tradition and be reminded every day of her brother in that silly dinosaur on her dash.

Thanks for all the anniversary wishes. Kevin and I had a wonderful time hanging out together all day. We went to a charming little movie called The Hundred-Foot Journey. As we entered the theater I pondered the nature of movies.

Me: Why is it that life seems more impressive or meaningful on the big screen? Is it because there's a musical score?

Kevin: Yes, that's true, but I also think it's because it's not your life. People say they'd love to be a fly on the wall in our house, but it's only fun because it isn't their normal.

Yeah. He can be kinda smart and profound at times. He's also a talented composer which makes me think he should write me a musical score for my life. Don't you agree? Suddenly this average homemaker's life would be full of substance and depth. Everyone could sense it in the change of melody. Surely people would laugh and cry and maybe even cheer! How exciting could my life be?!

Hey, get on that, would you Kevin? It would be awesome.

This was the first year since Drummer Boy was a little guy that we've only had one kid in school. Do you know how much easier it is to fill out those first week of school forms when you're only doing it for one child? I got 'em done YESTERDAY, people! Piece of cake, I tell you.

As is tradition in so many families, we had to take a first day of school pic. I flashed back to last year at this time when Princess Dawdle said, "Next year's gonna suck," wondering if it might be an emotional moment, but she was fine and humored me. Look how pretty by baby is getting.

When I took this picture, Princess Dawdle expressed a concern.

Princess Dawdle: What are you gonna do when I leave, Mom? Will I have to send you a selfie?

She's not my only child worried about my sanity after they're all gone. Drama Queen was so sweet on Monday, sending me a text later in the day saying, "I love you!" And she asked her dad to buy me some flowers. Drama Queen, that was so, so sweet. I love it. But I hope you get your money back, because he never bought them. You get all kinds of daughter points for thinking of it though. Your dad, however . . .

You know that Neil Diamond/Barbra Streisand song, "You Don't Bring Me Flowers Any More?" Yeah. That is my husband. He doesn't even bring me flowers when his daughter asks him to do it! (Is the guilt trip working, honey?)

Ladies Man keeps talking about how he's "adulting" which I guess is shorthand for becoming an adult.  If he's adulting what are we? The only word that comes to mind is aging. No. I refuse to go there. Not. Gonna. Do. It.

If you think of it, say a prayer for this mama next week as we have another chick leave the nest. I don't care how many times you do it, each one is a unique loss.

But he'll be fine. He'll be FINE!

Yeah. I saw what I did again. Shhh. A girl's gotta cope.

That's it for today, friends. Have a terrific weekend and read more Quick Takes at Conversion Diary.