This is great. You marry your high school sweetheart so in love. The years go by, the kids come along one by one. You work together diligently to raise these beautiful beings and at times you feel alone because Dad becomes the all being and they strive for his acceptance. You are the booboo fixer, the defender from all bulliies great and small and the ear for all sadness. Dad is the Man! Shoot through a few years and they are off into their own lives and you have now become keeper of the DAD. My loving high school sweetheart, father of my beloved children and neediest MF that ever lived. That's right you heard me, neediest MF that ever lived. So 6 days ago my darling tells me his boooley hurts; you know the diverticulits booooley. So I proceed to tell him for the next 6 days to get his sorry ass of the couch and drive the .04 miles to wallgreen and buy metamucil. But nooooo Mr. Macho is going to live through it. Riiiiiight so 6 days later he is crying on the couch and sharing with his kids how sick he is. Like Meghan in the Exorcist their evil heads turn towards me like I am the anti-parent and he is the christ child. Hello a grown man with a mother who is not me; Im the high school sweetheart. So here I am vilified by my children for not being I am not sure what and mister "I don't take care of myself" ready for sainthood. I just don't get it. Is this a cosmic joke. Please tell me cause I mean really!!!!!

What the heck happened?

You Gotta love Em!lts

Here I am at the eve of my 54th birthday wondering how I got here. The irony of life has not eluded me as here I sit having changed all that my parents have done only to reap the same results. Is this a cruel cosmic joke? Does karma not really exist? As a child of the 70's I was going to change the world one child at a time. All my homemade babyfood and cloth diapers created the same self centered people who wore pampers and didn't recycle glass babyfood containers. YIKES! My women liberated self raised daughters who worry about the men who will like them. Are we supposed to even like men! I feel somewhat deflated, I mean wasn't the world supposed to be different! We worry about money.....money yuk! We were the generation that was going to supplant money with community service. Riiiiiiight. I don't know about you but kids are the turning point. Once that baby cries you are done. Finished. It's all about that little screaming individual and the next thing you know it's Iphones and Ipods; video games and hollister. WHAT hollister? Weren't we going to make our own clothes? Now we are buying our ripped and bleached jeans for quadrupled the price from a manufacturer in say a province in China that pays it's workers 25 cents without any civil rights. Does this make sense to anyone! I don't know I am so confused. How did I get here again?