I admit to snooping in my 15-year-old daughter’s room last week. I was worried she might be smoking pot because she seems spacey and out of it lately. I didn’t find any pot, but I did find birth control pills hidden under her mattress.
I am freaking out and don’t know what I’m going to do. Friday night I was out with some girlfriends and I ran into my boss Chris and some of his friends.
Yes, I understand this is Monday, not Friday and therefore Friday Feedback, but I can’t sit on these thoughts until the end of the week. It’s not simply that I’m bursting to express myself like a new mother stuck in a long meeting, but also that my 45-year-old brain has been incredibly forgetful as of late.
If I don’t write this down today I’ll lose it into the ether of middle-aged forgetfulness, where it can be reunited with my glasses, my car keys and the reason I exit my office to go downstairs every few hours, only to wonder what the hell I am doing there.
Let’s just dive right in because this is a very touchy subject (ha!) and I’d rather not pussyfoot around before forcing my views on you (double ha!).
PLEASE GO HERE FOR UPDATED VERSION: READ THIS INSTEAD!Dear Robin:I am freaking out and don't know what I'm going to do. Friday night I was out with some girlfriends and I ran into my boss and some of his friends. Long…