Mothering Many

Not. I have nothing good to say, except that we all had fun camping this weekend. At least, the kids tell me they had fun. I’d never be able to tell from their jolly little faces and pleasant attitudes. I do have a question, however. Can I get an insurance quote on my sanity, because it is surely about to depart from me? Also, another question. If you have successfully raised teenaged daughters, and by that I mean they are now reasonably successful (and you can define success as you’d like), productive members of society, not incarcerated and able to take responsibility for at least part of their of their decisions and choices, and you did not have to beat them with a baseball bat to knock some sense into them, how did you achieve that goal?

Just kidding about the bat part. Really.