Chocolate could save the world

My college kid left this morning to go back to UF and we won’t see her again until Labor Day weekend, and that’s even a maybe right now. We spent several hours Sunday shopping and going through pots, pans, dishes and other homemaking paraphernalia we already had that she’ll need to set up her new apartment.  My living room looks like the staging area for a ginormous yard sale.

Last week JM and I had a nasty little fight, lots of yelling, lots of tears and lots of complete misunderstandings. The next day I called her while on my lunch break. There I was sitting in the parking lot of a nearby shopping center (and believe me there were plenty of mall lots to pick from), bluetooth securely tucked behind my ear so I could talk with my hands, as I am so often wont to do. At times crying in that awful way where you can hardly speak. I looked like I had been beat up. I love sunglasses.

I even had to move my car once because, even though I had parked well away from the stores, some b’otch felt it necessary to slide in right beside my car. Could she not see I was on the phone and wanted to be alone?!

We talked for nearly an hour, each one outlining how we felt we had been taken advantage of, treated inconsiderately and at least on my part, trying to impose rules that were dismally outdated ~ trying to make her act more like a little kid than an adult. By the end of our conversation we agreed to behave more like the adults we both were and to TALK to each other more instead of letting little things fester to the point of being toxic.

When she called me later that afternoon to tell me she wanted to stop at my office, I jumped at the opportunity. I HATE fighting with my kids, especially when there really should not be a reason for the fight. I knew we were okay when she showed up with not one, but two large bars of Ghirardelli chocolate. The girl knows her peace offerings.

I did not want those bad feelings hovering over us and her leaving before we could resolve our conflict. I promised to treat her more like a big girl, and she promised to talk to her dad and me when she thinks we’re being stupid. (My word, not hers.)

Melinda must have known I needed cheering up and sent me this… Thank you so much!  Your timing was perfect. Melinda is a busy girl, if you get a chance check out one of her blogs… here or here. You are sure to find something useful, funny, poignant or just plain wonderful.

I want to send this one on to these Kick Ass Bloggers ~ (once you pick up your bling, click over to Mamma Dawg and sign the Mr. Linky thingy to be immortalized in the KAB Hall of Fame.)

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