Allow Yourself To Graduate, Every Five Years.

In The '80s, I Thought I'd Be A Success As A Woman If I Were The President Of A Billion Dollar Company, Had A Sensitive Soul-mate Husband, Two Bilingual Children, Buns Of Steels, And A Compost Heap. In The '90s, I Pretty Much Feel I'm A Success If I Can Get Through The Afternoon Without Eating A Cheesecake.

All Parents Believe Their Children Can Do The Impossible. They Thought It The Minute We Were Born, And No Matter How Hard We've Tried To Prove Them Wrong, They All Think It About Us Now. And The Really Annoying Thing Is, They're Probably Right.

I Understand The Sensitivities Of Grown Children With Little Ones Of Their Own!! They'll Turn Away A Mother Full Of Advice, But They'll Never Say No To One Holding A Mop.

Where's My Tax Form? Where's The File That's Supposed To Hold My W-2 Form And Interest Statement? Where's The Mileage Log I Specifically Asked Be Kept Last Year?? Where's The Monthly Check Summary? And Who's Been Stuffing Visa Receipts In The Aluminum Foil Drawer??!! How Embarrassing. I'm Surrounded By Idiots And I'm The Only One In The Office.

Every Time I Get Something Under Control In My Own Life, The World Provides More Material.