the baton has passed

What's wrong with this picture?

The other night, I came home from work and decided to fix myself something to eat. My fridge looked like a frat house. Here I am, a mature woman in my fifties, and this is what my fridge looks like these days.

Now, this wasn't' some fluke, or a result of being out of town, these days this is pretty common.



I had just been up at my daughters. We couldn't have shoved even a carrot into her fridge, there was so much food, I was suggesting they may need a second fridge in the basement. It was like when you were a kid and you would go home to your parents, open the fridge and sigh with relief at all the options. Then of course you would start to eat them out of house and home and not leave until you were fully satisfied, and at that you were taking some Tupperware home for the feast to continue for a couple of days.

So, it seems I have officially passed the baton on to my children. This must be the turning point, when the children take over for the parent. The shelves of my GE are actually the beginning signs of my movement into 'cared for' from "care-giver" I've already seen signs of it. A few weeks ago I re-heated the coffee from the day before, rather than make a pot for myself. I've started saving the bags the newspaper comes in for quick storage. I've even caught myself rinsing out a zip lock bag for a second use.

And then there's my eating habits. Turkey sandwich for dinner, until that runs out. Then I move on to peanut butter. The only thing I've not resorted to yet is Ramen noodles, they're way too many weight-watchers points. Overall, at 53, my eating habits are right up there with a collage freshman. My refrigerator as bare. and my life as carefree.

While my daughter has moved on to one full of responsibility, and an abundance of food.

I didn't starve that night, I actually dinned on a deliciously prepared feast of zesty Sante Fe Style Chicken. A luscious combination of chicken, with a blend of southwest seasoning, prepared in a zesty tomato based sauce, served with noodles, and a black bean vegetable combo.

Baby Blues

I left Philly New Years Eve day. To quote Alexis after her labor expierence, "THAT WAS HARD!" Leaving Alexis, Pete and Samantha was so hard to do, I cried all the way home, and all the next day. I guess you can say I have a case of the 'baby blues'

Here's my favorite video of Samantha. She was home for one day, and Pete and Alexis put her in her swing. As you can see, she loves it.