I sat at the children’s table

That’s because there was only me plus the kids here, so I was outnumbered. No tugboat man nor BioDad this year. I know it might seem crazy, but am I the only one who can’t seem to think of their grown son as an adult? I still see him as a four-year-old, and I’m still bringing him tissues when he sniffs and I wait until he blows his nose. I still praise him for the simplest things, “Look who’s reading a book, what a good boy!” Then there’s, “Please take out the trash”.  A few minutes later, “Please take the trash out.” After fifty requests, I give up and take out the trash.  Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose. The more things change, the more things stay the same. I’m short on time while everyone’s still here–cooking, driving, shopping, cleaning–but I’ll be back as soon as I’m free. All my little birdies’ll be leaving the nest on Monday, but while they’re here, my time is not my own. It’s 6:30 a.m. Soon they’ll be awake, needing a first breakfast of homemade granola and Greek yogurt before a surf sesh, which’ll leave me time to get their Breakfast Burritos prepared.

Breakfast Burritos are so easy! Refried beans with cheese, scrambled eggs, sliced avocado, tomatoes, salsa, and sour cream–all rolled up in a huge tortilla. That’s what the cool kids eat!

Our T-day table and one of my son, DIL, and sister wife (on the left). ImageImage

16 thoughts on “I sat at the children’s table

    • High five to you, momma!!! yeah, you’re one of us, that’s excellent. Never stop, I won’t! I just put a bandaid on his little surf injury.

      On Sat, Nov 24, 2012 at 1:09 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo


  1. Tell me, how we were separated at birth when I am older than you are? My sons have kids and they are still my kids; I tell them to wear jackets and try to feed them every time they enter the house..AND when the Cousins were here,I made Breakfast Burritos!


    • This is truly scary! Well, the blogosphere is a different universe, maybe in that one we ARE related. I’m from Detroit, BTW, and moved to San Diego when I was 14.

      On Sun, Nov 25, 2012 at 2:19 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo


  2. Thank God,(again), I am not in Appalachia. However, you notice that I said ‘exile’,(I used to say ‘Purgatory’, but there is no way I racked-up enough black marks to deserve THIS!), Also, you notice how very much I am online with you people who are in civilization.If not for the Internet,I would have totally lost my mind years ago!
    (My grandson, who is reading over my shoulder, insisting on taking the computer from me, agrees totally that I would have lost my mind had it not been for the Internet, and he knows I’m half-cracked anyway!)


    • Well, leave your family, bring your cats, and come down for a visit! I have a guest room that’s just perfect. Thank you for your nice comments.:)

      On Wed, Nov 28, 2012 at 4:27 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo


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