Well, Well, Well

Screaming on the inside.

This is my busy time of year.
My busiest week of the year and today was my busiest day.
I think I did a pretty good job of coping, multi-tasking and getting stuff done.
I see, however, that it may not be a very good idea for 41 year old women to go with that makeup free, with just a dash of red lipstick, look.
Who knew I was parading around Portland looking like the joker. I was letting some of my inner angst and frustration out to "well, well, well" by John Lennon, when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
YIKES!
Then to makes matters worse, I came home to Maxwell and his best friend, rough housing and "horsing around"
(never thought you would say that, did you? Ha! I am at the point in life where I start saying "horsing around")
In the 6 weeks since we saw this best friend, that we have know since both boys were 2, he has bleached his hair and taken on a sort of Mad Max meets the guy from the Matrix look & attitude.
WOW!
me; "what's the blonde hair all about Z"
Z; "because I am so awesome"

Well, there you go.

Snark, right in my livingroom and me with no snappy comeback.

I knew this day would come, but some how I expected to be perceived as the cool mom and to be spared the attitude.

When I hear myself reminding them to use a coaster, wash their hands and drink some water, I know I will forever be barred from the ranks of cool.

Well, at least we will all be clean, neat and well hydrated.