Opinion: Ominous start to new year


How’s 2018 shaping up for you? Here’s a rundown of mine:

  • My teenage daughters are giving me a run for my money. One has decided that Snapchat and the Kardashians are way more important than silly things like U.S. history grades and a non-toxic bedroom environment. The other speaks to me only when she is feverish with the flu, needs a ride to Starbucks or has a Geometry question. This does not bode well. Thank God my other two are boys.
  • On a brighter note, I’ve only received one hate mail thus far. Apparently, I’ve ticked off some moms by insinuating that staying at home is a terribly hard job that requires alcohol to cope. Let me set the record straight: I wasn’t insinuating anything. Motherhood is the hardest thing you can do, and most days with little ones are challenging. Who cares if you need some wine after a botched visit to the Children’s Museum? It doesn’t mean you don’t appreciate your circumstances. It just means you had a rough day and would like a drink. Cheers!
  • I’m starting to feel my age, at least physically. The knees are constantly cracking, sometimes refusing to work altogether. My hair stylist had to cut out my “grays” at my last visit, which disturbed me to no end (gingers aren’t supposed to go gray!) And my hormones are off the charts, causing periodic bouts of insomnia, night sweats and extreme witchiness (see No. 1 above).

2018 looks like it might be a tough one. But I’ve got my middle-age health, two male children that love me and this column. I’ll be fine.

Peace out.