THE BLOG
These pretty people belong to me. Together we form DRY Inc, which is the first letter of everyone’s last name. Jeff began calling our blended family this shortly after returning home from the honeymoon. It stuck. It’s not to be confused with the DRY Ink, the photography studio, that together we form. Honestly, Jeff keeps...
Jacob, Yesterday you quietly turned 20 years old and left your teen age years behind in a cloud of dust. I say good riddance. I don’t think that you will disagree with me when I point out that they were some of the most painful years of my life. I don’t want to speak for...
I even managed to get a few of my clan And, yes, even this one: I am so proud!
Jacob, Today you turn 19 years old. I know, that is my reaction too. While I was able to get out of writing your birthday letter last year, by spending hours putting together a birthday video, I doubt that will work this year. But I am beginning to see where you get the ability to...
Happy Birthday to Jacob! I love this letter! It made me laugh and it made me teary. Two must haves for excellence in writing.
I have great plans for your great room, too. I mean, it takes a lot space to house the Sants when we are homeless in a few weeks. I am sure that Jacob won’t mind sharing even ONE LITTLE BIT! I bet we become bffs in an hour!
I always love your birthday letters. They are the best.
And dude, please change the background. It is dark and depressing and not at all like the spunky ‘E’ I know.
I’m just gonna be honest here, I am struggling right now. Not with my usual eating disorder, although it’s reared it’s ugly head enough. I wish it was my eating disorder. I at least I know how to write about it. How to process that. But this isn’t as easy. I don’t know what to...
Emailing you.
So what about the tack Jared took with Solei the other day when she was going berserk? Have you tried throwing him fully clothed in a cold bath? That’s all I have lately. I think we all survived – I have plenty of friends from high school that made really dumb decisions that are more or less fully functioning members of society now. I think I’ll call my parents and thank them for not killing me between ages 18 through 24.
Seriously.
What the crap.
Sending you lots of good thoughts and prayers right now.
You’ll get through this.
So will Jacob.
Ugh–this is like the central parenting dilemma and one that only gets worse as they get older. You have not only my sympathy AND my empathy (my boys are 21, 19 & 18 at the moment so I’m right there with you), but my wholehearted agreement that there is no right answer.