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FranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein who lives in Catonsville with her husband and four children.

I hate riding on a school bus. I never much liked it as a kid but now that I'm an adult, I avoid it at all costs. School buses are uncomfortable, noisy and I can resurrect the smell without evening stepping on board.

My twins were riding to a confirmation retreat in Pennsylvania via a school bus last weekend, and even though I was also going, I opted against taking the bus. I dropped them off at church and took off alone in my minivan in the pouring rain at rush hour for the retreat house.

It was slow going with the wet roads and the traffic. Just past Frederick, I passed an over turned car on the side of the road. At Thurmont, I left the highway to climb over the mountain. The fog was thick and my knuckles were starting to lose their color.

When I was getting close to the retreat house, I turned on my cell phone GPS to make sure I didn't miss the turn. Right away, it told me to turn right — which is not the way I had gone in the past — but I listened to the GPS. Within a few minutes, I was totally lost and missed a turn. When I looked down at the GPS, it had lost its satellites. I pulled into a driveway, my heart beating irregularly, said a few prayers and turned the car around. Luckily, the GPS came back to life but a minute later, the low battery warning flashed on. Panic set in. I was lost in the mountains, in the middle of nowhere on a rainy, dark and foggy night with a mostly dead phone.

But at least I wasn't listening to the 99th round of 100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall.

Fortunately, my battery lasted long enough to get me to the retreat house. Just ahead of the two school busses.

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2013 EasterWFranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 14, Lilly, 13, Adam, 13, and Jonah, 9.

 

I've definitely been feeling like a mom nearing menopause lately. Here's 10 reasons why (other than my birthday is next week).

  1. Jeans have always been my staple. Anything less (sweatpants for example) make me feel like a bum. But recently, I've discovered yoga pants. So comfortable! And much less confining on my tummy that lately seems to expand even after the smallest of snacks.
  2. I threw out my back looking at earrings on the bottom rack at Kohl's. Lucky for me, there's number 3.
  3. I have a back woman. She's actually a physical therapist/osteopath, but I call her my back woman. I've been going to her regularly because my back hurts like a bitch when I run or when I walk or when I stand still too long. One of my problems, she says, is that my "stage in life" has left me with loose ligaments that don't seem to want to hold my bones in place.
  4. I'm losing my mind. Recently my back woman was dry needling my calf because I injured it while running a half marathon I hadn't trained for. I realized after I got home that I let her needle the wrong calf.
  5. I wear ugly clogs because they are comfortable.
  6. I have a bathroom cupboard full of products with labels that say things like "wrinkle free" and "smoothing cream" and "fades age spots."
  7. I take a pill every morning that's supposed to help with "joint pain."
  8. The kids' old toy magnifying glasses are strategically stashed around the house — near the phone books, near the medicine cabinet, near anything that has anything less than large print.
  9. My hair is getting shorter. I've decided that long gray hair makes me look a little bit witchy. Not a good look.
  10. 4 a.m. It's the time I get my most unproductive thinking done. That's when I came up with the idea for this blog.

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2013 EasterWFranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 14, Lilly, 13, Adam, 13, and Jonah, 9.

 

JoElectronicsI admit it. I've allowed my 9-year-old son to develop an addiction to electronic devices.

Once upon a time, Jonah could entertain himself for hours. He'd create huge animal kingdoms with his plastic animals and Playmobil sets. He'd set up train tracks and play with matchbox cars. He'd play board games by himself, do puzzles or color in coloring books. Later he discovered Legos, which occupied countless hours.

But the digital age has killed his creativity. When I tell him to turn if off, he's at a loss for what to do. He hangs around me whining that he's bored. Eventually, he'll resort to his Legos, but they don't hold his attention like they used to.

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cardWhen Santa came to our house last night, he found this card waiting for him on the coffee table next to the tree. Jonah put it out for him. It's a thank you note for all the toys he hoped he was getting. He even taped a candy cane inside.

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