Reverse Father’s Day

Father’s Day is coming up.

I know I had to tell you that because you’ve probably missed the hundreds of ads letting you know that your dad needs new BBQ tools, or that this tie is perfect for your little one to give – and nothing beats the WORLDS BEST DAD coffee mug.

Father's Day Tie

The tie Mr. T gave me for Father’s Day one year.

This time of year also gets me thinking about Father’s Day in reverse.  I look at my son, and the man I am raising, and wonder what kind of father he will be.  Being a single mother, have I given him the skills necessary to transition into fatherhood?  While this question doesn’t haunt me, I will admit that I’ve given it some thought.

And, I’ve made plenty of phone calls to my male best friends.

“Is it supposed to do THAT?”

“How does that thing work?”

“Okay, how do I know what cup size to buy him?!? And are there instructions?”

“How do you shave?”

“Is this normal??”

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As Mr. T has grown, I’ve learned that Yes, it is supposed to do that, Yes, it is normal and that the athletic cup isn’t as scary as I thought!

Now that Mr. T has hit the teenage years, he’s no longer content with a can of shaving cream and a fake razor.  For the past year he’s been closely monitoring his peach fuzz.

“Mom, feel this. I think it’s getting rougher.”

Or “Mom, look, you can see that some of the hairs are darker.”

Or the ever popular “Uh Mom, you need to shave, your mustache is darker than mine!”

Sadly, he was right on that one.

And this year, he finally got to break out the razor and shaving cream.  Now I get updates on how the shave goes.

“Mom, I think I’m always going to shave in the shower, it makes it easier.”

“Mom, can you bring my shaving cream and razor to the school, I think I need to shave before my performance.”  (No joke, this was yesterday’s phone call!  I explained that the pancake makeup would cover any stubble, not make it more pronounced.) (And really, his stubble after 3 days of not shaving is still not as bad as my stubble after 1 day of not shaving!!)

Sorry, that last bit was probably TMI.

Moving on…

A few months ago, he discovered the Dollar Shave Club, because apparently I wasn’t doing a good enough job in keeping him supplied with razors! It worked out though, because this kid is in heaven.

Dollar Shave Club

He gets online, places his order and sets up the delivery schedule.  I always know when a package is due because he starts to volunteer to go check the mail!

dollar shave club

This was a win/win situation.  I don’t have to remember to pick up razors, and my son gets an easy way to learn how to manage his money and subscriptions.  But, wait – there’s more!

This is the inspiration for the post!  This is what got me thinking about Father’s Day in reverse.

It’s the end of the school year, and we were cleaning out Mr. T’s back pack.

Army back pack

His very manly backpack, custom made for him by a soldier on tour overseas.  It’s his favorite bag and he’s carried this guy for years.  And guess what I found in the side pocket?

One wipe charlesOne Wipe Charlies! I looked at him and he looked at me.  I looked at him some more and he goes “What? The toilet paper at school is so rough – these are much better!”

All of the sudden that little seed of doubt I’d been carrying around vanished.  Not only can my kid shave, he’s discovered how to make his life easier.

Yep, he’ll be just fine as he grows up, and this Father’s Day I’ll give myself a pat on the back!  And then I’ll upload our photos from camping and discover a dozen duck lip selfies on my phone!

Duck lip selfie

PS – this post contains affiliated links, because Mr. T told me after I post this that he can get a credit if anyone orders based on him.  Naturally, I had to change my link for him! And, I think I should disclose that to you!

These Are a Few of my Favorite Things

My dog in my lap and the lights on the tree,

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The stockings hung up and presents just for me;

A single Dean Winchester tied up with string

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These are a few of my favorite things

When the police come, when the taser stings, when I’m feeling sad,

I simply remember my favorite things and then I don’t feel so bad!

I Am A Magnet

Okay, so, here is a rule of thumb.  Never give someone a gift you’ve already given them.

This is not as easy as it sounds.  Most people give so many gifts that they can’t remember what they’ve given and to whom they gave it! (I will make a confession: I have a spread sheet.  I only use it for Christmas , but I put down what I give everyone so that I have a record.  I don’t keep a record of BD gifts, but I may have to start!) (Okay, another confession:  I don’t exchange a lot of gifts with my friends.  I am up front and let them know that I’d much rather spend time with them than get trapped in the non-optional social convention.)

Moving on.  I must be a magnet for duplicate gifts.

This happened recently.  I was asked about ideas for my BD, and I told them “I need this cheap box from Hobby Lobby” and instead, I got a beautiful, glossy wooden box, with a hinged lid and a key with a tassel.  Just like the one that has been sitting on my dresser for years and is 2/3 full of items it totally wasn’t meant for!  I toss ticket stubs in it – so if you ever want to make a list of every movie I have ever seen – just go through that box.  I honestly don’t know why I keep them; but, I do!

One time doesn’t mean I’m a magnet, right?

So, not that long ago, I got a great Christmas gift – it was something I really wanted! I was very profuse in my Thanks and even months afterwards I called and told them how wonderful it was.  A few months after that – I got the same gift for my birthday.

It must have been on sale.

I have several more examples, okay, I have more than several; however, I think that I’ve proven my point!

Some times I speak up, but it’s just easier not to.  I just feign surprise and give them thanks – and the thanks are heartfelt, as I appreciate them thinking of me, I do!

Then I put the gift in my gift closet to pass along to someone who doesn’t already have it!  Unless, it’s really good, then this works out well for my sister – as at the first opportunity I pull her aside and go “uh, they’ve already given me this, do you want it?”

My sister has gone home with some great items over the years!

As for me – it really just cracks me and my friends up.  I’d like to attract things other than duplicate gifts though – so I’m opening myself up to being a magnet for $100 bills.  I think those things should just start randomly finding me.  I’m walking down the street and BOOM, there’s a hundred dollars.  I could totally handle that!

money magnet

Failed!

Today I totally failed at my goal to not compare myself to others.  I fully expect to say this many times over; however, I have to share this one with you!  A dear friend of mine, Karaboo, gave me a pay-it-forward gift.  I still have yet to find the right words to thank her for it, I’m just shocked and honored and humbled by it.  

Karaboo gave me laser hair treatment.  Yup, you read that right, laser hair treatment.  Now, most pay-it-forward’s that you hear about sound more touching and heartwarming – like the Secret Santa’s that hit Kmart and paid off peoples layaway accounts.  Or the person who walks by and drops a quarter in the meter that’s about to expire on the street, you know those stories.  

Before you judge, let me tell you that this is something I have wanted since it was invented. This is something that I would never be able to get for myself.  Something that I would never get for myself.  I feel guilty for the $30 – $37 I spend every month on my pedicure (I have finally decided that it’s okay, and that it’s worth the time and money to have an hour alone to myself once a month, it helps me be a better mom.) Okay, enough of my neuroses.  The point is, this was the most awesome of gifts and I in turn will, in the future, bless someone else in their life.  

Back to my story of failure.  Today was my second treatment.  I got in the chair and let the technician get to work.  She asked me about the holidays, told me about hers.  Now, here is where my total failure comes into play.  My technician is a young, beautiful woman.  Long jet black hair, beautiful body, pretty skin, great smile, funny and heart warming.  I see a girl like this and just assume that she’s the popular one, always going out and having a good time.  I completely and totally compared her to me, and since she looked so different than I did, she couldn’t be like me in any way.  Oh my goodness.  She’s a homebody.  She loves being at home.  My jaw just about hit the floor.  Yet again, I’ve been hoisted by my own petard.  

I see it as a reminder from the Universe to keep trying.  As far as reminders go, it was a pretty good one!  

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