Last weekend (not this Labor Day weekend, but the one just before that), was a big one 'round the old homestead because Missy Andrea-head got a new car. Sick of wrestling with old cars, we (and I suppose I'm using the "royal we" here) made the executive decision to buy her a new one with a full 10-year/100,000 mile warranty. Here are some pics of her with her new baby.
Of course, I caught no end of crap from my son who managed to tell me that I never did anything for him ever in his life, and how his "mother in law" (I put that in quotes because he's not really married to the girl he's living with) has been there for him more than I have, blah, blah, blah....and how it didn't count that I bought him, outright, a $2000 Honda Prelude, which he loved. Mind you, the daughter is responsbile for making the payments on this new little car. That's part of the deal. Help her to grow up while she's got a net (me) underneath her. But he didn't seem to care much about that fact, nor in fact, give it any credence at all. Oh well. It is typical of kids that they tell you how you have ruined their life, and if they have siblings, how much better you treat the other than they ever treated you. My turn, I guess. I know that my brother and sisters gave my mother similar crap when I was growing up. The older I get, the more I see life as a circle.
As for my part, I will continue to do whatever it is I can for my children for the time and circumstances I'm in, and just hope, that when the circle comes around on them, they remember.
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