So I'm in the checkout at the local grocery store.

[flamin lib]

I have a couple bottles of wine, brie, specialty crackers and fruit. I'm chatting with the cashier, a young woman who is friends with my daughter and like her has pre-teen children. She comments on the short list and I say,"It's dinner. A little cheese, pears with fresh cracked pepper and nice crunchy crackers paired with a crisp Sauvignon Blanc while we watch a movie. Chocolate truffles for desert. Ya' know, Netflix n chill."

I thought she was gonna' cry. She's at least 12 years from that dinner with her husband.

It's good to be old . . .

[lapucelle]

1. What time should I be there?

[flamin lib]

2. Strictly private party . . . nt

[lapucelle]

4. Another benefit of the kids being out of the house...

Enjoy!

[janterry]

3. She should cry

I have a teenager.

It really does get worse.

[flamin lib]

5. Been there, done that and then it gets BETTER.

The happiness curve goes like this:

Blissful new love.

Kids.

Argue about kid's discipline, education, who is responsible for the kid's behavior, bills related to kids and worry/fear/terror about kids welfare.

Kids leave home and you get to be naked at odd hours again, morning sex, living room sex and possibly kitchen sex. Hallway sex no longer means means passing each other and saying 'fuck you!'.

Love the kid but yeah, it's good to be old.

[Delmette2.0]

6. Yes, it does get better.

I am pleased to say that my son's ask me for advice, talk about their jobs and treat me like a friend. Adult children can be wonderful.

[flamin lib]

7. And when you ask them for advice the first time

it's like the final passage to adulthood.

When they're 13 you have to drop them off a block away from the mall. When they're 17 you're the dumbest person in the world. Sometime between moving out and losing their first job your IQ goes up exponentially.

That's the way it is and that's the way it's always been . . .

[Delmette2.0]

8. You're absoutely right.