When your youngest turns 11 and your oldest is counting down to his 25th birthday its all a bit surreal as the parent. No more kidding yourself, these are not babies anymore. Somewhat sad but rather exciting - the things to experience, and places to go, and adventures we can have, as a group of six adults is going to be awesome.
Also no kidding yourself as to 'not being old' either. You not only go thro alllllllll the kids names in a sentence before hitting on the one you actually mean, but you now find you THINK one word and say another. My kids think this is hilarious. I think its terrifying. Its like auto correct is running amuck in my head...
Which makes you think - life is too short. You know the thing you really want to do? just do it. This coming year I shall NOT be taking any shit, nor over promising myself/working for peanuts. Difficult diva types of people can save their breath. I am ditching the I really ought to for the I really love this. And am alarmingly exciting at the prospect.
Quite possibly the way to diet is to fill your house with so much food you just don't fancy any of it. OR eat enough chocolate that you totally can't stand the site of it anymore.
Its always takes a while for the family to re-settle into an old dynamic when they come home for the holidays. I do not like the readjusting part. I do however like the part where finally everyone relaxes and becomes just part of the home again.