Sometimes I think those weird cartoon titles of newspaper-days would work great for these years of parenting grown and semi-grown children. “Bizarro World” or “The Far Side.”

Around thirteen or fourteen (sometimes in their tweens!) your children become alien species. Even if they are easy-going or compliant, suddenly you are getting attitude because you walked into the room. “Why are you here?” “Um, because I live here?”

My friends with daughters try to tell me I have it easy with all boys, but I assure you, they can be just as puzzling. Going from begging them to shower to hollering that you will make them pay the water bill if they can’t cut their showers to fifteen minutes! Eye roll…

Hello. My name is Jennifer and I am a recovering Yeller. Not as in Old Yeller, the mustard colored dog of literary fame. As in a Hollerer.

As previously mentioned, I am a mother of boys – three of them. They have been pretty stairstepped in school years – they rotate from one in elementary, one in junior high, one in high school and so on. Now they are “big” ( bigger than me, for sure!) but that doesn’t mean they don’t still need their mama! Though they wouldn’t admit it…

It’s strange to only have two of them on family vacations! And this won’t last long. But I’m not crying; you’re crying!

I’m hoping we can use this space to share the goods, bads, and uglies of our grown and almost-grown cubs. I don’t pretend to have it all figured out, but I will share some of my tips for success and my catastrophic failures. I may mention my spouse from time to time – since he is important in their creation and helps contribute to the chaos of our lives. Wink-wink…

I’ve been a nurse for close to thirty years, so that will sneak into some of my musings. I love and celebrate nurses, so I can’t help myself…

Are you ready to enter Crazy Town? I’d love some likes, follows and for you to subscribe to this site ( see email link below) Are you ready? Let’s go!

P.S. Names will be withheld and details may be changed to protect the innocent (and prevent meltdowns in case they deign to read their mother’s words). Just kidding. They are very supportive – the blessings of BKs (big kids).

A reasonably non-goofy picture of me and my boys at my sister’s wedding not long ago!

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