Growing up is hard to do.

I don't think I like this adulting thing. I have adult children--one who lives in another state, and one who's in college. And, they don't really need me now. I try to stay relevant, but I'm not. Not really. Frankly, it sucks. And, I find I worry so much more about them as adults as I ever did as children. When they were little, I could employ time-outs, groundings, withholding privileges, stern lectures and the ever-famous, "Because I'm the mom!" But that doesn't work so well on adult kids. First, they can drive, so time-outs are a bit ineffective. Same with groundings; although, with the college student, I still have about 6 weeks left before she's legally an adult, so I could ground her, but I doubt it would work, since she has to go to school and to her job. They don't really have privileges from me anymore, so that's out. All I have left is the stern lecture. And, they just sigh and say in that exasperated tone, "I know, Mom." They know. Well, I'm glad they do, because I sure don't!

So, they're on their own, in their own ways. What do I do now? I went back to school this past semester, so I have online classes to deal with, which I enjoy. But it's lonely. My house feels very, very empty, even though my daughter is still at home. I don't like change and I don't like transition, but that's exactly what I'm in. I don't like it one bit.

The holidays are hard, and this year has been the hardest. My son was in town the week before Christmas, so we celebrated with him and his girlfriend then. It was fun and lovely, but it was so temporary. My daughter and I did our traditional Christmas Eve jaunt to Starbucks and then drove around for an hour, looking at Christmas lights. Christmas day, we made gingerbread houses, ate lots of snacks and just hung out. It was a lot of fun, and I enjoyed it tremendously, but there was quiet whisper throughout the day, "This won't last...it'll be over soon." And it was. She has one more year living at home, then she's off to finish her degree at a university out of town. I'm sure she'll be home for the holidays, but it won't be the same.

Some people look forward to life changes. I'm not one of those people. I miss the before-bed bath times, bed time stories and anticipating the delight on their faces when they come out to see a tree full of gifts for them to open. I miss footie jammies. I miss sippy cups. I miss Teddy Grahams and Chicken McNuggets. I miss teaching them to read and do math and translate Latin. At the same time, I don't want to go back to that. Small kids are work, and I'm tired. And this is what my conundrum is. I miss it, but I don't want to go back to it, and I don't know what to do next. I'll finish my degree, of course. I'll be 51 when it's done, and not really sure what I'll do after that. I could continue with graduate school, I suppose. I've been a mom since I was 20 years old--I'm not sure how to not be the mom! I don't have a relationship with my own mother, so I have no example to follow. It's a trail I'm forging by myself, and it's lonely and scary.

I'm seeing a pattern here....

Well, in keeping with my pattern of posting once a year or so, I'm getting my 2015 posting in! I'm going to participate in a reading challenge, so I'll be posting my reviews of the books read here.

Here's a list of what categories I'll be reading. I copied the list from the blog that's offering the challenge, http://karensbooksandchocolate.blogspot.com/2015/12/back-to-classics-2016.html. I'll list the books I choose as I figure out which titles to read.

1.  A 19th Century Classic - A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens.

2.  A 20th Century Classic - To Kill a Mockingbird., by Harper Lee. 

3.  A classic by a woman author. Frankenstein, by Mary Shelley

4.  A classic in translation.  The Three Musketeers, Alexandre Dumas

5.  A classic by a non-white author. Not Without Laughter, by Langston Hughes

6.  An adventure classic - The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood, Howard Pyle

7.  A fantasy, science fiction, or dystopian classic. Mysterious Island, by Jules Verne

8.  A classic detective novel. A Study in Scarlett, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

9.  A classic which includes the name of a place in the title.  The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, by George Washington Irving

10. A classic which has been banned or censored. In Cold Blood, by Truman Capote

11. Re-read a classic you read in school (high school or college).  Still working on this category. Stay tuned. 

12. A volume of classic short stories.  The Short Story Collection, by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Posting a picture on FB? Don't!

Ok, so it's been a year and a half since my last (first) entry. Clearly, nothing has gone on in my life worth writing about, so I'll choose instead to rant. *Big Breath* Here goes:

People, just because you have a camera in your phone and a Facebook account in no way gives you the right to take pictures of people and post them. It just doesn't. With social media, we have lost our privacy. We have lost respect for each other as people. It's ridiculous. I'm a private person. I don't like having my picture taken. I especially don't like people taking my picture and posting it on Facebook without my permission or knowledge (emphasis on permission). Yet, at a party I recently attended, someone felt she had the right to do just that. She tagged me in the picture, so I saw it right away on my phone. I asked her to remove it. She snarled at me that I should just untag my self. I said no, please remove it. She did, but then she unfriended me and blocked me. THEN, she either had her husband unfriend me, or she got into his account and did it herself. Really? Really?? I was flabbergasted. A grown woman, somewhere around 50 years old, was so offended that I asked her to remove a picture she had no right to take and no right to post, that she resorted to the level of a tantrum-throwing 5 year old and (read in a snotty, spoiled brat tone) IS NOT MY FRIEND NO MORE!

What really hacked me off was that A) I despise having my picture taken and B) I don't necessarily need the world to know what I'm doing and where I am. Turns out, she'd posted pictures of other party-attendees as well, and they didn't like that she did that, either. None of those people have said anything to her about it, though. And given her completely ridiculous reaction, I can see why! It's more important to this woman to post her pictures than to have a teeny tiny smidge of respect or consideration for other people's feelings or even their space. How selfish and juvenile.  I can say my respect for her dwindled down to pretty much nothing. I can not fathom any circumstance that would justify how she behaved and how she treated me. To this day, she's not spoken to me. And, to that I say, "Meh." Who cares? Clearly she wasn't someone I'd consider a friend to start with, so I'm not feeling much loss over this "friendship." I will, however, continue to champion the rights of the introverts and private people who don't feel the world needs visual evidence of their party attendance. So take that, Facebook photo posters! Ha! ;-)

Day 1.

I'm sitting here in my recliner, reruns of Psych on Netflix, lights from my Christmas tree glowing, trying to decide what the heck to write about in this blog. I have a bizarre life with bizarre relationships. I have strange relatives and ex-relatives. I have cats, a dog, a teen age daughter and an adult son. I have great friends and (mostly) great coworkers. I have an ex husband who forgot to mention before the wedding that he's gay. So, you can see, I have a lot to draw from. We'll just have to see what each day brings.