I'm Finished Whining

You know, every once in a while, you just have to get it out of your system. And I did.

Our sons are wonderful and that alone is enough to be thankful for.

My mom was getting on me about Joey's grades in high school. He was really close, but one semester he didn't make a 3.0 GPA. At a 3.0 GPA they are eligible for a good student discount on our car insurance, and when you insure boys...well, it's pretty expensive.

I finally told my mom, "Listen. He's not out messing around with every girl at the high school. He doesn't do drugs. He doesn't drink. He's not out until the wee hours of the morning every weekend. We know where he is all the time, and who he's with. If the worst thing that he does is NOT get a 3.0 GPA, we can handle that."

She finally said, "I never thought of it that way. You're right."

End of subject.

So, to paraphrase this to myself, "If the worst thing that happens in Alex's life is that he doesn't go to his high school prom, then he's in pretty darn good shape."

So now I'm done whining. I think. At least I hope.