Disclosure: I was monetarily compensated for this post but, as I always say, you can expect the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth from me. Money doesn’t sway me. It’s how I roll.

I was the first kid in my 5th grade class to get braces. I was excited to get them…for some reason. But that excitement deflated quickly after they were on for less than a minute. My mouth was in pain. And the wires? They dug into my cheeks making them raw and bloody, despite the provided wax.

I hated them.

But, I wore them until I was in 7th grade.

I was taunted with the typical “metal mouth” and “brace-face” teases. It didn’t hurt my feelings, there was nothing untrue about the insults. I had a mouth FULL of metal braces that left me feeling gawky and unattractive. It was bad enough I was already starting to go through puberty, the added ugliness didn’t make me feel any better about myself.

4 out of 5 of my kids had braces. Sort of recently. My youngest is the last metal-mouth victim. Sadly, he is not an Invisalign candidate, he has too much work that needs to be done.

How did I NOT know about Invisalign when my other three kids were going through this braces phase is beyond me. Perhaps it wasn’t suggested, I don’t know.

Anywhoo…
I recently hosted an Invisalign Party at my house. Sadly, most of my pictures turned out awful but these below…fair. OK, I’m not a photographer, I’m a writer. What can I tell you.

I had 13 local bloggers here, most of whom I didn’t know. But now I do. And that was AWESOME! Also, Dr. Scott Tyler from a local Orthodontic practice came and spoke to us about the benefits of Invisalign. And, I have to tell you, this product sounds awesome.

It’s this little plastic plate places over the teeth that straightens them as effectively as braces. The wearer, however, has to be mature enough to be proactive. Because it is a removable product…take them out when eating and drinking anything but water, the patient has to remember to put it back in.

The cost of Invisalign is pretty comparable to regular orthodontics, which was shocking. I figured because it’s such a new process, it would be more expensive. Au contraire.

Had Invisalign been around back when I was a mouth full of metal, I would have BEGGED my parents to spare me the brace face and allow me to use Invisalign. I know that, had I known about Invisalign when my older kids were getting braces, I would have probably opted for this for them.

So, if your teens are in need of braces, check out Invisalign for them. They’ll thank you for it.

Here are a couple photos of the bloggers:

And here is Dr. Tyler talking to us about Invisalign:

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Another disclosure because it is required: Monetary compensation for a post of all my own opinions. It’s a sweet deal.

To my real life PR friends…NO, this is not directed toward you.

Dear PR friends,

Hi. Listen, I have a headache so I’m going to keep this short and sweet, if you don’t mind. Hm, where should I start? OK, how’s this…

Once upon a time, some guy suggested, “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what can you do for your country.” Now, I’m known to get quotes misquoted and I apologize but, that’s the gist of what was said. And this other time, someone said, “If you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours.” A little to the left, please.

I could continue with messed up quotes but like I said earlier, I have a bit of a headache. The change in weather really screws with my sinuses.

What’s my point, you’re wondering. Well, hang on. I’m about to get there.

Oh, my dear PR people, we’ve been over this a million times. You’ve got to start working WITH us bloggers. And by WITH US…I mean WITH US. Not this whole, “Dear Blogger, BRAND X has this really great product that I think your readers will be interested in. Do me a favor, share the info I’m attaching. And I can send you more info if you’d like. Thanks so much bye.” I’m inundated with those types of emails. I mean, my inbox is cluttered and I just don’t even know what to do with them anymore.

I wanna help you. I really do. I’m all about helping others because it’s the nice thing to do. But, I’m also about reciprocity. If I keep doing these favors and sharing your info…how are you going to help me? Are you going to give me a shout-out somewhere so that I might gain more followers? Are you going to eventually offer something more than a High Res image or more emails filled with more information to share?

I’m not a greedy person. Honestly.

I fully believe in karma and paying it forward. Which is why I’m not going to help you out anymore. Because I’m starting to think you’re greedy and selfish. And quite frankly, I don’t roll that way. I’d like to add that I excitedly open a lot of your emails only to be bummed because of being constantly asked for a favor. Well, I have a favor for you…

When you are pitching us bloggers, how about offering to do a favor in return? I’m not talking financial although, some say you should be paying us. Say the brand you are representing has a million Facebook followers? Offer to pimp us out on their page. We like being pimped, trust me. Or Twitter. Or on their blog. Or SOMETHING.

I know that I usually respond to pitches from brands that I would love to work with like this, “Thanks for reaching out. Would you like to do a product review/giveaway?” type thing. I have no problem asking for what I want. It’s how I roll. But…99.9% of the time, the response I get is “I don’t have any products for you to review but I’ll be happy to send you a high res image.” If you want us to review a product, a high res image will not suffice, I’m sorry to say. I’ll be happy to talk about the quality of the image but as for the product, ah…no.

Let’s start discussing how we can work TOGETHER in a way that works for both of us. I know that we can find a way to create a mutually beneficial relationship.

Since we are all living in the same space, doesn’t it make sense to decorate it together?

I’m only happy to help you. Are you happy to help me, too?

I’d love to hear your ideas, my PR people friends. Don’t you think it’s possible to find a way to help each other out?

Signed,
A concerned blogger who would like to save your pitches from the delete button

disclosure: I received the necklace to review and one to giveaway. No other compensation has been given. My opinions are my own and I always have my own opinions anyways.

I received the cutest necklace from Dogeared Jewelry via Zappos.com the other day. It has a little gold dipped heart dangling from an 18″ chain with a lobster claw closure…which makes it much easier to put on and take off. It retails for $60.

I didn’t think I would love it as much as I do. It’s typically not my taste. But, I put it on immediately and haven’t taken it off since. It’s adorable. Seriously.

The necklace can be found on Zappos.com. A site which I’m sure pretty much all of us are familiar with for shoes, bags, clothing and accessories ranging in every price. Make sure you check out the other Dogeared Jewelry products!

Anywhoo, I have a quick little Mothers Day giveaway. You can win this exact necklace. Keep it or give it to someone, I dunno. It’s really darling though.

This giveaway ends this Sunday, May 5th at midnight. That should give enough time to receive the necklace before Mothers Day.

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disclosure again because that’s how the FTC wants it: same holds true what i said up at the top of this post. I received a necklace. Nothing else. My opinions weren’t swayed because they never are. You’re welcome.

2006 had a completely different air in the ‘sphere than what we are breathing currently.

Back then, in the old days, blogging was a community. Sure, it’s still a community, of course. But this Internet planet is becoming overcrowded and there is a survival of the fittest going on.

It seems that the only way to be heard above the rest of the noise, and I say noise lovingly, is to become one with the constant drama. Because, as we have learned, it’s about numbers in this brave new world. And, jumping on the current blogosphere events (yes, like this post) is a way to bring bodies to the blog.

That’s not why I’m writing this, despite of how it may seem. I need to get this monkey off my back, I got stuff to do and it’s being annoying just sitting there demanding my attention.

C’mon.

Really?

OK, I’ll admit that the Iron Man 3 picture of the mom bloggers and Marshall threw me. At first. But, I also KNEW it was meant as a joke. Well…I didn’t know for certain but I had a strong feeling that it was meant to be funny.

And then WOOSH…Backdraft.

Poor guy. He must be a wreck. I know I’d be.

Here’s the thing. We all share this space. Yes, it’s big. It’s ginormous. Sure, there is room for everyone.

Let’s all stop this clawing and scratching.

Respect others opinions and choices. I mean, who cares as long as it doesn’t directly affect you, right?

It seems like many of us are looking for drama to swoop in on and make hasty judgmental blog posts. Sure, I’m guilty. I’ll admit it.

Can’t we just stop doing that?

The photo? It’s not going to reverse women’s rights. It’s not going to be the fall of mommy bloggers.

Just like so many other instances made into big, huge, giant…well…dramas.

We, as a fairly large blogging unit, have a bad habit of taking something mundane and twisting it into a controversial blog post.

Why do we do this?

Let’s stop this already.

What happened with don’t sweat the small stuff?

Personally, I made a vow to myself…I’m done. I don’t care what my neighbor is doing as long as it doesn’t affect anyone in my home.

I don’t care.

If you need my support, I’ll support you to the best of my capabilities.

If you are doing something I don’t think goes along with my personal branding image, well…I still wish you nothing but the best of luck.

I recently said something that I’m going to repeat here because hey, even I sometimes say really smart things.

I mentioned that we spend so much time trying to teach our children about digital footprint protection. Our digital footprint has become part of our reputation, which we need to protect because it’s how people view us.

Yet…

It seems that many of us have forgotten about protecting our own digital footprint reputations. On so many levels. Things we say, posts we publish, images we create…

And my digital footprint is important to me. I want it to represent the person that is actually sitting here writing this blog post. So, I’m going to start living my online life the way I live my real world life.

I’m done judging for silly things.

No more.

Finished.

Done.

I’m going to concentrate on doing my thing.

I’m going to smile when you say something witty.

I’m going to cry when you are sad.

I’m going to rest my hand on your shoulder when you need support.

I’m going to high five, fist bump you on your successes.

I’m going to wish you better luck next time when things don’t go your way.

But I am not going to ever be sitting in judgment of any of you.

We all have voices…wonderful voices…

Let’s use them to help each other constructively.

Not to attack and bring each other down.

Let’s just agree that not all of us are going to agree but yet, we can still be friends.

Please.

For the love of those poor eggshells many feel they are stepping on.

This ex-Mommy blogger says No more drama for this Momma.

Blurb for Stormy Surrender:

Sometimes the life you planned isn’t the one you get to live. Sometimes the pain of the past overshadows the future. And sometimes to start over you have to go back to where it all began. That’s how it was for Joe Masters. That’s how he ended up back in New Hope. And that’s why he was in his thirties and had nothing to show for his life. He needed a complete overhaul, just like his father’s old house. Instead of a fast track, he had slowed down and was on a ten year plan. These days that was more his speed. And as much as he tried to fight the inevitable, he was learning to accept and surrender.

Martha had weathered her fair share of storms in Vermont, was accustomed to the cold, both the chill in the air and the cold shoulder in her marriage, but after the miscarriage she felt like she would never get warm again. So she did the research from the laptop while sitting in front of the fireplace. She knew what she needed when she Googled hope, she just never imagined that it would bring her to New Hope, South Carolina. She never imagined that her husband would trick her into leaving and never follow. She never imagined that a southern storm with all its force and fury could be so destructive. But after the storm, the land is washed clean. It’s perfect for a fresh start, a clean slate, and a new love.

Stormy Surrender Excerpt:

Marti glanced at the hammer, then the tile, shrugged, and started swinging. The tile made a lovely high pitched sound as it shattered. The shards flew about the room, ricocheting off the walls and door before landing on the floor. And because that first swing felt so good, she just kept swinging. Each time the sledge hammer connected with the tiles, she would think of what her marriage had been like. She would recall an incident, or a conversation, or any one of a thousand reasons that she should have dumped him, should have ended the marriage years ago. It felt good. Maybe even great. And then she looked down and saw red. Literally. There were blood droplets all over. Before she could even ponder why the room was looking like a crime scene, the wooden handle was ripped from her hands.

“What are you doing?” He sounded incredulous. And annoyed.

“You’re a contractor? What does it look like I’m doing?” She was upset that he had interrupted her impromptu therapy session.

Shaking his head, Joe grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the room. “I know demo and that wasn’t it.”

She growled. “I wasn’t done yet!”

“You, babe? You are finished.” She opened her mouth to argue, but he covered it. With his mouth.

Shocked, she stood there with her eyes wide open. His mouth was pressed against hers. And it didn’t feel wrong at all. Without thinking, she melted into him, wrapped an arm around his neck, and allowed her eyes to slowly flutter shut. Joe bent slightly and scooped her up and held her against his muscular chest. His lips pulled back, but his forehead was pressed against hers. She opened her eyes to find him staring at her.

“Crazy woman,” he muttered to himself as he carried her out the back door of the house. She couldn’t be certain, but it seems like she would have been carried farther if he hadn’t heard the sound of others talking in the front yard.

Slowly he lowered her to the ground and made sure she had her footing before releasing her. She wanted to smile up at him, but she hadn’t decided what to make of that moment. All she could do was look at him and murmur…”Why?”

“I needed to distract you,” he responded with a shrug. And with that he turned and walked away.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Nicki has lived in Charlotte, North Carolina with her children for the past eleven years and her husband for the past three years. Her journey has barely begun and she loves every minute of it. Every day of her life seems to bring new adventures, some bigger, better, shinier and prettier than others. She’s still getting used to that new life smell she’s experiencing, a combination of hope, love, and happiness. (The perfect scents to build a new life on…)

For fun, she spends time with those she cares about, cooks, reads, writes, and especially lives to travel. The current travel goal: visit every Margaritaville. Two down! (Eleven to go?)

In addition to writing on Suddenly Single Journey, Nicki is a contributor for Project Underblog. Her writing can also be found on Shine, where she is a Shine Parenting Guru and an award winning Yahoo! Contributor on YourWisdom as the relationship and dating expert. And she has been published by McClatchy News in their syndicated papers.

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Blurb for Falling for Heaven:

Uriel is one of God’s Four Winds, the Archangel of Destiny. He has helped thousands of people throughout the ages find their destiny according to His will. This time however, what he doesn’t realize, is that it’s his own destiny he’s supposed to fulfill.

Heather is an exotic dancer, who’s stage name is Heaven. It’s not that that’s what she’s always wanted to do, it’s just that it helps her pay the bills, and she’s got a lot of bills, with taking care of her mother and her sister. When the mysterious Uriel comes into the club, she can tell he’s different, just how different will rock her world….

Falling for Heaven is available for .99 until May 1st!

You can purchase her books on Amazon.

Anne Conley is a former high school teacher who took some time off to raise goats and children. Living in a rural Texas town has taught her that life won’t come to her, she has to grab what she can get. So, she started writing.

For more information about Anne Conley, visit her website.
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Disclosure: We’re supposed to do this at the top of the post per the FTC. I received monetary compensation as well as a starter pack of the V2 ecig product. But, if you know me, I’m all about honesty and money does NOT sway my opinion in any way. For real, yo.

I made a deal with myself that I’d quit smoking. Well, the saying goes “never quit quitting”, right?! Yeah.

I received a V2 eCig kit to try out. Disclaimer: I’m receiving money along with the Economy starter pack of V2 eCigs. It came with a bunch of sample flavors like peppermint, coffee, chocolate, vanilla and some regular cigarette flavored nicotine cartridges. Plus, one battery and a charger.

The electronic cigarette uses an atomizing device so, you are inhaling nicotine and water vapors. It’s a tar free, carbon monoxide free and ash free way to smoke. It’s virtually odorless so your hair, fingers, clothes, car and home isn’t stinky.

The nicotine cartridges contain water vapor and flavoring of your choice. The nicotine is pharmaceutical grade of the highest quality. Out of all the cartridges I was given to try, my favorite is the coffee. It leaves a yummy coffee aftertaste. I didn’t try the mint, I’m not a lover of menthol but they smell good! For a complete list of the ingredients and flavors, visit the website

The main part of the eCig is the 4.2 volt lithium-ion battery with a computer chip that regulates the nicotine flow. There are automatic and manual switch varieties.

Let’s talk about these nicotine cartridges, shall we? I was given the medium strength which is equivalent to a Marlboro light. They have full strength, medium light and zero nicotine. One cartridge is around one pack of cigarettes. And smoking these are cost-effective, too. Where a pack of smokes costs 6 bucks and up, one cartridge is only around $2.

One a more personal level, I love this eCig. The only other kind I’ve tried was the Blu, a disposable eCig you can buy in the gas station or anywhere fine nicotine is sold. Blu is fine, when you don’t know any better. But now that I’ve tried the V2, I’m sticking with this product. In fact, I’m placing an order for more of the coffee filters because OMG YUM.

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 Book Blurb and Excerpt:

Lust. Anger. Hate. Desire. Love. Happiness. Joy. iFeel.

What happens when an unknowing empath meets a pixie who wears leather, a snitch who is repulsive and a fiery angel who can literally set your soul on fire? A whole lot of emotional turmoil and one love story ignited.

Liv Christianni is isolated, alone, tortured and withdrawn, saddled with the torrential downpour of the world’s emotions. Accepting of her providence Liv has lost all hope, until one day fate steps in and spins the course of her life like a spiraling top. Hunted by a Spirit Stalker, Liv is forced to gain control of herself and her surroundings, threatened by the touch of her immortal love; she must find a way to survive both physically and emotionally. Can she find the courage to accept her true self? Can she love unconditionally cognizant of the condemning consequences? Can she rise from the ashes to become the person she was always meant to be? Funny, witty, real, and poignant, iFeel rips into your soul, and sets your emotions on fire. If you are a fan of Charmed or Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries or The Secret Circle this series is for you!

Excerpt-

I direct my anger towards the mocking bottles of crazy pills settled in the cabinet. I attack them; clearing all the glass shelves in one angered fit. Tiny orange bottles fly all around my white tiled bathroom, exploding an array of colored pills against the walls and floor. It feels like I am bombing my past; liberating my future and releasing myself from whatever binds me. I want to be free, and if that means destroying my whole apartment in the process to get there, I am willing to do that.
I can feel the rage course through my veins; my head throbs and my throat burns as I thrash at my tiny bathroom. All I can hear are the voices of people who mean the most to me, those who encourage me, those who support me. To my surprise, the loudest voice is the one who is farthest away. Justice’s words echo against the tiled surface, telling me to let go, to accept my fate, to be magical and not mental. It makes me miss him all the more, but what he said finally makes sense.
My breaths pulse quickly in my lungs, as if the air is thinning. I have worked myself up into a crazed frenzy to expel my true self. My enraged fit has resulted in a bathroom bloodbath, me versus myself.
And I won.

Excerpt and Blurb of Gravitational Pull, Book 2 in the series: Touch me, and bring me to life… How do you move on when you don’t even know where you were going in the first place? The Spirit Stalker is dead and I have finally started to erect my life. But I quickly discover, that just because the structure is built doesn’t mean the foundation is sturdy. As much as I try to manage my abilities, I can’t completely control them. The physical impossibility of the relationship I have with Justice has reached a boiling point; our fundamental problem, my inability to control myself from absorbing his power, and his fear of touching me because of it. As if that wasn’t deal-breaker enough, a new threat looms on my horizon – Darklings. They are grim reapers of the immortal world who surface every five-hundred-years to feed off the souls of magical beings who are weak, aimless, lost; those who have given up and want to move on. They also hunt power. Which means, they’re hunting me. Abandoned by the one person I need the most, I find myself in Melenia’s realm.  There, I’m courted by Siberian, a dangerous pixie who covets me, hunted by Death personified; all the while hiding my powers and my ancient bloodline. The pixie prince is alluring, and I feel so broken and vulnerable. I know giving in to him means giving myself over to him. But right now, I don’t care. All I want is to feel anything other than the loss and rejection Justice left me with. Anything other than pain. So what do I do when I’m scared to be touched, even though I know it’s the only way to bring my soul back to life?

Excerpt-   As we dance, glitter falls all around us. Enchanting the dream-like atmosphere, but I can’t escape the music’s haunting melody, and the reality that reminds me of the truth, that I’m not undamaged. I just desperately try to pretend. “I could dance like this with you forever,” Siberian whispers as he pulls me tighter. There it is again, that word, forever. I despise it, mainly because, to me, it pertains more to a prison sentence than anything else. “I’d get old after a while,” I say with my cheek pressed hopelessly against him. “I know that would never be true.” He slides his hands up my body to my face and stares down at me with glossy silver eyes. “I would like nothing more than for you to stay here with me Liv. I can give you everything you could ever want, all your heart’s desires.” I stare back at him silently. As tender, and as terrifying, as that proclamation is, my heart only desires one thing, and right now, he is standing across the courtyard, shooting me a demonic stare. This is wrong, this is so so wrong, parading myself like this in front of Justice. But I just can’t pull myself away. Siberian’s searing gaze has me, and I want so much to just get lost in the moment, to feel his touch. I put my hands over his and brace for his lips, allowing him to have me, if only for a second. Then suddenly I jump: I’ve just been energy checked right in the gut.

About the Author:

Marissa Carmel has been writing since a young age and although it has always been for personal enjoyment, she finally decided breakout and share her imagination with the world. She hopes that her universe is as fun and intriguing to her readers as it is to her. Marissa Carmel is originally from NJ but moved to Maryland several years ago, she enjoys reading, writing, and catching up on her ever growing DVR library. She is currently working on the third and final installment of the Vis Vires trilogy, Constellation.

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I’ll be the first to admit, I’m definitely a flake. No, I’m not proud of it. I’ve tried to overcome the flakiness and so far, 44 years later, nothing seems to work. Suggestions welcome.

Anyways, as you can tell, I’ve neglected this place. I mean, what kind of peep that calls herself a blogger avoids all contact with her blog for like 6 weeks?

So, here’s what I’ve been doing. You see, I’m writing a book. Actually, I’m writing two books. Two series. I’m co-authoring with two different people. Very busy.

Quick promo before I continue on with this here post:
Hallows Haven is a YA Paranormal that is currently being rewritten from 3rd person to 1st person because it’ll read better, I hope.

Then there’s Dark Dawn, book 1 in the Dark Redemption Series which is scheduled for release on June 10. We are doing two versions of the same book, YA and MA.

If you could go give those two books a quick like on FB, I’d be mighty grateful.

I got my author page over on Goodreads and if you think I didn’t squeal delightedly when that happened!

So, I”m rebranding. Again. See, I told you I’m flaky.  I had started a wordpress.com blog for the purpose of my rebranding and then I”m all like, but why bother? I have this perfectly good blog and I own the dot com, I’m paying money every year for the damn thing, I might as well use it.

Yeah.

I dunno. I’m out of personal stuff to say and quite frankly, my home life isn’t all that interesting. Not in a compelling blog post type of way. Not that I ever write compelling blog posts. I’m just a simple girl with a simple brain.

I kind of decided to just stay put here on Rock and Drool. I’ll just be promoting other writers and stuff. Maybe I’ll throw in an occasional blog post, assuming I can sneak around my kids who watch me like a hawk when it comes to these social media thingies. I got in a fight with one of my daughters because she was bitching about me on Twitter and I’m all like, Twitter is mine, yo. You aren’t allowed to talk bad about me there or I will have your account deleted.  And she’s all like…um, excuse me *eye roll*, you aren’t allowed to blog about us *mouths the word bitch* *takes a selfie*.

Needless to say, blogging and having teenagers isn’t the best possible combination. Which is totally fine because they are too boring to blog about anyways.

I totally, totally just lost my train of thought because my son just asked me about Minecraft and I’m like…huh?

In conclusion, I’m rebranding.

I’m a writer now. I have proof! I’m on Goodreads!

The End. Or is it….

OH CRAP…wait a minute. I have a giveaway going on over on my AUTHOR FB page! You could win a $15 GC for Amazon. And who knows, I might actually make it a bigger gift card, depending on how many new “likes” I get. So there.

i thought this was funny because hey, i think we've all done this!

When I was this “Mommy Blogger”, there wasn’t even a negative connotation connected to it. It was the cool thing to be.

Then, my nearly perfect kids became teenagers. Sigh. And blogging became somewhat difficult because these teenagers would snoop around on my blog and find out that I was writing about them. Seriously, what did they think I was doing anyways? I was a “Mommy Blogger” after all.

So, after much bitching and moaning from them, I was forced to solemnly swear that I would never again utter a peep about them here. I was forbidden from being a Mommy Blogger and just became a Mommy with a Blog.

It wasn’t enough for them that I stop writing about their business, they forced me to stop writing about um…other stuff. Like, I dunno, sex with the Mister person. Because, apparently they were still keeping tabs on my blog. Talk about Big Brother watching. Big Teenagers are FAR, FAR worse.

So, I stopped writing about relationship stuff. Sex included. Well, the hubby didn’t want me writing about it anymore either. And I have to respect these peoples wishes. Gosh darn it.

Then, I stopped writing about my youngest kid because, well…I just did. I have no reason except for the fact that his conversations weren’t as cute as they used to be. He started talking about bodily functions and video games like MineCraft and stopped talking about Max and Ruby and his theory on why he thinks people become dragonflies when they die.

Eventually, I was left with absolutely nothing to write about in the Mommy Blogger world and I just didn’t want to write crap for the sake of writing on my blog. OK, I still write crap, but whatever.

But then, this 9 year old emerged. I mean, not literally because yikes, that would hurt. Figuratively. Although, he is literally 9 but…oh whatever…you know what I mean.

If you’ve never had a 9 year old before…OMG…are you in for a treat. And not a sweet one either.

This adorable baby of mine became, almost overnight, moody, tantrumy and sullen. Of course he has his adorable moments too. Don’t they all? But, I was suddenly reminded of a stage that I hadn’t been in for a long time, the big kids had long passed the late elementary school years of tumultuous temper. Very much like giving birth, you forget the bad parts and only remember the good parts. Which I’m still trying to recall.

OK. I’m kidding. I remember many good parts from this age through, oh…16 or so. Yes, there are a few.

The other night, in the midst of a tantum (9 year old, not mine), I had the shocking realization that even my baby is growing up. And there is nothing I can do to stop it. No matter how many more years I fall asleep next to him. No matter how many more years I check to make sure he brushed his teeth or wiped his butt well. No matter how many times I call him my baby. He’s going to grow up and become a…TEENAGER.

My baby.

I look at my older kids and it’s shocking to me. But for some reason, it was more expected. I knew they’d get big and eventually leave me.

I just figured that this one would stay small and sweet forever.

I just assumed he’d never get overly moody or become a big, giant jerk (at times).

He’s the baby, after all.

I can tell hormones are starting to swing a little now. He’s concerned a little more with his appearance. He fights with me about what I lay out for him to wear. He doesn’t want to shower anymore…typical boy. He is worried what other people think about him. He doesn’t care what I think, he figures I’m just his mom so what do I really know.

He told me that he’s not a baby anymore.

I just didn’t believe him.

But now, I guess I have no choice because whether or not I choose to believe it, he’s NOT a baby anymore.

And I think I need my blog again to get me through this part. This age.

Because holy hell, from here on out, it’s going to be a rocky ride.