Demons & Duties

I haven't got a recipe for meatballs, and I don't have the recipe for raising 2 teens and 2 young adults either, well, not a foolproof one. Like the meatballs dish, I'm just making things up as I go along. This parenting caper wasn't like going to the movies where you get a sneak preview of the up-and-coming blockbuster. Oh no...if that had been the case, I would have locked myself in my room and watched reruns of The Waltons or Peddicoat Junction for the rest of my life. I wouldn't have looked at boys, let alone had thoughts of kissing one in the back row of the picture theatre. I'm in my 40s now and still feel like I did when I was nineteen - minus the carefree aspects - until I accidently look into a mirror. WHO is that woman? Where did I go? I suppose I should look like a seventy yr' old (addiction tends to prematurerly put years on the odometer), but luckily I beat my demons, although I can hear them sometimes shuffling about under the stairs. I stapled my motherly duties to the corkboard in 1988 and have worked around the clock ever since. Having said that, I switched one addiction for another and became a courseaholic. More on that later. Nice to be here. Hopefully I'll remember how to get here tomorrow night too.