I have a confession. Honestly, the sole blame lies at the feet of my youngest. It was his fault I got sucked in and am wallowing in a sea of disappointment. My name is Allison and I watched every episode of The Bachelorette this summer. Let me state for the record, that I haven’t watched… Continue reading My Confession
Remember all the research or “investigative stalking”, that Bryce accused me of regarding his roommate? Well, it was a colossal waste of my time. (Cue the exaggerated sigh.) When we arrived on campus with all of Bryce’s crap, he was alerted that not only did his room assignment change but so did the roommate. Bryce… Continue reading All My Effort
I wasn’t going to go. I had planned to let Brian follow Bryce to WKU. Allowing them to have all the fun of moving all of his crap into his dorm. My thinking was that this isn’t last year. I don’t need to fawn all over him. I already have a year under my belt… Continue reading The Decision
At this stage in the game, we should have an empty home. We should be basking in the afterglow of raising children. Don’t interpret this as a plea for pity. I love having Bailey at home. Only those people who happen to have an adult child with a disability will understand where I am coming… Continue reading Almost Empty Nesting
I am finally seeing an evolution of a relationship between my two boys. If you have been reading my blog for a while, I wrote about a bit of a discord between Bailey and Bryce last year. It wasn’t on Bailey’s end, but rather his brother. Standing in his shoes, I get where he was… Continue reading Coming Around
On Sunday, Bryce goes back to school. I know, I can’t believe it either. But, football camp starts and WKU needs their student athletic trainer back. Which means that his bedroom will no longer look like a storage unit and the dishwasher won’t need to be run more than twice a day. It also means… Continue reading Investigation
I have to admit that my family provides some of the best material. This morning, I was hardly through my cup of liquid gold, when my spouse tries to enlighten me on his way of thinking. My brain is a tad fuzzy in the morning. Comprehension is hit or miss. It is literally hotter than… Continue reading What?