Eighteen. My son is turning eighteen and I have no idea what I am doing . Am I allowed to choose my midlife crisis point does anyone suppose? Because some ideas ARE better than others, surely. It seems like it was just the other day I was MEETING the lad and now...
Well, now I know I've got someone not prepared to handle the realities of the world yet, which I probably ought to have done more with before this point let me tell you internet, but here we are instead with...whatever is left behind.
I'm doing my best. I've always done my best. I don't suppose that's usually been enough before, but here we are then, aren't we?