The random misadventures of a (formerly)Single Super Mom

I went on a family vacation/trip this past weekend to see relatives on my mother's side.  We had a big family reunion in the Chicago area, complete with matching t-shirts, plenty of food, music, and out of town attendees.  As I stood amongst my relatives, I was struck by one thing.  I don't "feel" old.  I know I'm getting older, and so are they, but I don't "feel" old.  Should I?  I'll be 41 this year and I don't feel like I'm aging at all.  I looked at some of my relatives that are past the prime of their lives, and realized that the next time I may see some of them will be at a sad occasion, rather than a happy one.  I looked at my parents, who retired this year at the ages of 61 and 62, and thought, "they'll never be old".  But, they will.  And it breaks my heart.  We only have a limited number of years on this earth, and I can't imagine the world without them in it.  I also had the opportunity to see the mother of

Amazing Plastic?   I think not….. Everyone has one.   Most people think it’s the bane of their kitchen.   I’m talking about the Plastic Ware cabinet.   Or drawer.   Or closet.   Or wherever it is that you keep your Tupperware , Rubbermaid , or any other plastic type storage items.   I hate mine.   I honestly do.   Every so often I’ll get one of the kids (usually through bribery), to sit in the kitchen and find all of the matches.   Then we take the non-matching pieces and toss them out.   Eureka! One might say.   Nope.   Somehow, some way, it’s a short lived fix.   Somehow we find ourselves with a decided lack of containers, and then we have to go and find some more.   I had this brilliant idea to only get the Rubbermaid non-staining ones, thinking that wow, I’d finally have this really cute matching set of food storage and everything would fit!   Curses, foiled again.   When you go to a potluck, or take food to someone, you don’t want to actually “give” them your good Tupperw