When I think back to the writing I’ve done on this website, I realize that the descriptions of my life as the mother of four children (boy, girl, girl, girl) are often written through the filter of a harried, hurried, busy, frustrated, exasperated, exhausted woman on the edge of a meltdown or a breakdown. And on some days (the really, really bad days) I AM that woman living that life, and putting a funny spin on my life’s stories and publishing them for others to read, laugh at, and learn from is not only my schtick, it’s my coping mechanism.

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Rob: You know, Jenna, you’re going to be a freshman next year. That means you need to really concentrate on studying and keeping your grades up.

Jenna: I know.

Rob: If you want to go to college anywhere but the community college the first two years, you need to think SCHOLARSHIP. Which means GOOD GRADES.

Jenna: Yeah, but I might be able to get a soccer scholarship somewhere too.

Rob: Right . . . I think TU and ORU both have women’s soccer programs that award scholarships.

Jenna: YEAH! And just think, if I got a scholarship at TU or ORU I could still live at home.

Rob: That may be the meanest thing you’ve ever said to me.

Dear Rob,

Remember that day I agreed with you when you said you needed some new t-shirts for working out? You were all, “Every one of the t-shirts I workout in has holes in it. I think I’ll run to Walmart or Target and grab a few new ones, cheap ones, just for wearing to the gym,” or some such? And I was all, “Yeah, the t-shirts you have are looking pretty raggedy, you should get some new ones.”

And then a few days later, you brought me a Walmart receipt for two t-shirts at $4.97 each plus tax and I was all, “WOW. You found some new workout t-shirts, huh? And CHEAP. Nice work.” And you smiled, nodding, proud of your accomplishment.

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