On the Way to Becoming Me

So, I'm driving along in the car with my permanent passengers (aka my children), and we're having a battle of the radio stations.  I'm sure you can relate to these battles well if you think back to when you were a pre-teen/teen.  Your parent wanted to listen to the sweet sounds of the Stylistics, and you want to hear the latest hit by Biggie. There was a tug-o-war over the radio stations, and somehow your parents always seemed to prevail.  Mind you this was before everyone was all plugged into their own iPod, iPhone, iSomething. Well, fast forward to 2015, and I find myself in the same situation only I'm the parent this time around.  For the most part, I won't 'stand my ground' and refuse to share the radio, but when my jam is on the radio, I do expect you to kindly remove your fingers from the dial.  This brings me to last night. My family and I watched the 2015 BET Awards last night.  I'm a lover of music, so I can appreciate artistic expression.

Last week iTunes radio featured a "First Play" from one of my favorite artists, Tamia.  While I loved all of the new tracks, one in particular, "Day One" really caught my attention.  The melody is smooth and definitely classic Tamia, but that's not what grabbed me.  I was captivated by the lyrics of this particular song because it seemed to be the perfect anthem for marriage.  In case you haven't heard it, here's a few lines of the chorus: If I could do it all again I would  Give me the bad days along with the good My heart is even more in love Then it was on day one... Funny how it all falls into place We grew even closer with every mistake Its crazy how we’re still in love The way we were on day one... Beautiful, right?  The thing is anyone whose been married any length of time, and especially those of us with a lot of mileage on the road know that it is not easy.  For me, being married ranks right up there with parenting; these are two of the har

Ok, so this post is not an homage to Beyonce or my claim to wake up each and every day looking "funky fresh dressed to impress ready to party."  However, it is the perfect caption to the craziness that happens in the mornings at my house.  Notice I said my house and not yours.  I'm sure you  have stress-free and blissful mornings in your crib, but in my family of five, our mornings are anything but.  So, first of all let me just say that I love my family to the moon and back (even the teenager ;-).   **I had to throw in the personal shout-out to my teen since he claims I "offended" him in last week's post.  And to that I say "sorry, but Momma keeps it real, son!" Anyway, I digress.  Am the only one who wakes from a restful night of sleep only to immediately don your referee shirt and start spewing out phrases like "no, you're not wearing that...it's 40 degrees outside," "stop arguing," "get ou