The older I get the more difficult I think this whole parenting thing is going to be. Spending the weekend at home doesn't seem to be complete without some sort of challenge to over come. There is always a fight waiting to happen over something I feel is so incredible trivial, but some family member can't hide their disdain for the latest scheme or plan I come up with. This time it was about wanting to go to Las Vegas. Why or why would anyone want to go there? I quipped that I wanted to go to Sin City for the cheap whores and the gambling, that's all you can do in Las Vegas after all!



The older I get the more differences I notice between myself and my parents. Mostly the little things: how we spend time, what we want to eat, what we watch on tv, what we find fun and opinions on just about anything. It must be hard to look at your child and see a stranger staring back at you. Someone who seems so different from you, with only a past in common and struggling to find a new ground to bridge the differences.