Armageddon....

Ahh...the black cloud of puberty is settling upon my happy home! God help me, my 11 year old daughter is experiencing the first pangs of PMS and chose the ride home from her softball game to talk to me about it. Which of course, I don't mind...I've tried to instill in my children that when they want and need to talk to me, I am always ready to listen...Anyway, this was an awkward time because her 9 year old brother was in the car, too. And of course my little mouth of the south son had to put in his 2 cents worth! What a hoot. Thought the world might come to an end right there in the back seat of my car!

After I'd done my best to ease my daughters fears...who said at the time that it was all "stupid Eve's fault for eating the stupid apple!" My son started asking me questions about what's going to happen to him when he starts puberty. To which, I replied as best I could and told him if he had any more questions, to ask his dad!

Such is the summer so far...baseball and hormones.

Have an awesome day...

MisFriz