JOURNALING | No one else gets you quite as wound up as she does. Youve always been the type to desperately fling yourself at another person trying to engage them in some sort of physical battle, and shes one of the people who is always happy to oblige. I never thought Id be the not fun mom giving lectures on the merits of keeping your hands to yourself. I especially never thought Id be giving that lecture to my own mother, the self-professed Queen of Stop Having Fun. I remember entire road trips where Cynnamon and I had to maintain as much distance as possible from one another in the backseat of the car after angry mom showed up and informed us that we were having entirely too much fun. I know that deep down shes reveling in it, soaking up all that payback she hoped would come around one day. Seeing her once-a-total-spaz daughter walk into a room to say things like Stop. Tackling. Grandma. I never once tackled my grandma, so this is just fighting dirty. All those years I was just the heir apparent to the Stop Having Fun throne, along with your aunt Cyn. Believe me when I say one day you will be warming this seat, too. And youll be just as unhappy about it as we are. For now theres nothing I can do, my lectures fall on deaf ears to begin with, and whatever you manage to absorb is forgotten the next time she walks through the door and you launch yourself in her general vicinity. Then I reprise my role as the abolisher of all things fun and you two will roll your eyes at me behind my back. Because this is your thing, the thing that the two of you do to rebel against me - against the loud and crazy kid from her past and the rule enforcing mom from your present.

MATERIALS | Retrouvailles (http://www.oscraps.com/shop/product.php?productid=29399&cat=363&page=1) by One Little Bird and Vinnie Pearce