Let's face it. Teenagers get a bad wrap sometimes. I remember being a young mom and hearing older parents saying to me: "just you wait...wait til their teenagers." I dunno. Maybe my time is coming but I think so far I've decided these two are keepers.
Brent was out of town last night. I took a fitness class at the gym yesterday morning that kicked my rear and in the process, I pulled a muscle in my neck.
By the time the kids got home from school, I had a doozy of a headache and my neck was KILLING me. When Jensen and Tanner came home they found me in my bedroom, laying down, with a heating pad on my neck.
When I told them what had happened, Jensen offered to make dinner. I said, "no, that's ok - I have to go get Kiki from rehearsal at the school in a little bit". Tanner said, "I can pick kiki up".
So Jensen made delicious tacos last night, Tanner pulled carpool duty, they delegated sandwich making (for school the next day) to Reagan, cleaned up the kitchen after dinner, and did a load of laundry.
I think they are ready to fly the coop.
This makes me want to smile and cry at the same time.