This seemed like the place to mention this, but a customer in a Target - in Florida, I think - was arrested for having sex (or attempting to) with two large stuffed toys. One unicorn and one the snowman from Frozen. ick

Sequentially or simultaneously? Inquiring minds want to know.

Sequentially. Also from Florida - guess he was hoping for Spring Break.

Follow-up foot doctor visit!

Dr. P. wheeled himself in on a knee scooter, with his left foot in a boot. This is an interesting way to start the visit. He'd borked something running and decided to take the relative downtime to finally get it sorted, but as the aide who did the initial intake was also wearing a boot . . . .

I'm healing up well; I can call back in another three weeks for a physical therapy referral if I'm not happy with my progress, so it's "Do I want to spend the money on deep tissue foot massage?" Probably not, but it's good to have the option.

(If I won the lottery, I'd blow it on books, a Pilates Reformer and a weekly massage from my friend Calli.)

He’s not just the doctor he’s a member too?

Ha, ha, ha! Fortunately, I had just swallowed my coffee.

In parenting sucks and why do we ever do this news, my boys continue to disappoint. I continue to be upbeat and motherly to them, but basically they suck. #1 son goes for weeks without contact, which either means he is depressed or is hiding something, or both. I continue to send little lighthearted links and/or family updates and ignore his lack of response. His GF responds, so that is something. #2 son is all about his life and complains non-stop when i talk to him. I did go to lunch with him a couple weeks ago or so ago when I messaged him and asked. I arranged at that time for us to go up and have dinner with him and the fam at their favorite Italian joint. But he never came here for the couple months he was working just a couple miles away and drove past daily. My NY sister is coming here at the end of the month for my FL sister's birthday. I asked him if he could go over for the birthday, anytime that weekend, because my sister will likely never be able to come to our coast again, and she hasn't seen the baby. Not likely to happen. It's just too hard for him. He has plans Saturday, and it is too hard to come on Sunday when she has to get ready for work on Monday.

So best if I ignore him for a while so I don't tell him how I feel. I'll hear from him because he wants me to do his taxes. Right now I don't think I have time. I don't talk about it much because it doesn't change and remains depressing.

Ugh, I’m so sorry Laura. I was hoping things had turned around some. I know jo painful and frustrating this is for you.

I'm so sorry Laura. I have no good advice. But I do wish either or both of them would get a clue. Meanwhile, take care of yourself.

I'm pretty much okay with it. At the very core of my being I know I did the best that I could raising them. They were loved unconditionally. I supported them and encouraged them and told them they could do anything. I honestly don't see that I failed them in any way. It is likely that this phase is a growth thing where they reject the parents to become their own persons. I don't take it personally because I don't think it really has anything to do with me. The opposite of it's not you its me, it isn't me, it's them. It is far harder on Brendon because he does take it personally and tries to figure out what he did wrong. Maybe because he is a Mr. Fixit guy by nature, maybe because his relationship with them was different than mine. He was more go and do stuff dad with all the coaching and sports. He still yearns to fix it, while I am more go forward. That chapter is done and it is our turn now. The ungrateful asses will wake up eventually. I'll invite them to family gatherings and remember their birthdays, but my life decisions going forward are based on our needs, not theirs. eta: Apologies for the emotion dump here, but I really have to get it out sometimes.