I used to live recklessly. I drank, smoked pot, was very promiscuous, drank more, smoked more pot, and so on. There were times I would wake up the next day and not remember how I got home until I looked out the door and saw my car parked outside and realized I drove home drunk and/or stoned again. If I went out, I had only one purpose, and that was to get wasted. 

As I’m getting ready to drop off my second child at college, I started to reflect on my college career, and man, did I have a lot of fun. You really have to work hard to earn a 1.2 GPA, which I did my freshman year. Okay, not really “work hard” at all… but let’s just say, I had a lot of fun. On a serious (and sometimes funny) note, here are the life lessons I passed on to my kids:

And that, friends, is just the first half of my year. Doug almost dies. I’m without a job. I almost died. So yeah, trying to be healthy? Nearly killed us. (Kidding... kind of.)

I swore this year’s back-to-school would be different. I have three kids—one in high school, one in middle school, and one starting kindergarten, so I’ve done this a few times. I thought I would cry dropping off my last baby girl to kindergarten, but alas, no tears were to be had. Instead, I was full of frustration and exasperation. 

Did you hear the one about the whore who became a pastor? Come on now that’s funny, or cringe worthy. Probably both, and both are true at least for me