Since I can't share everything, here's what I am learning:
Sometimes what you want and what's best aren't the same things.
Wanting someone to do right doesn't actually MAKE them do right.
Helping people doesn't guarantee that they will be happy that you are helping them.
Frequently, the hard thing is the right thing.
The best story I've read all year came from the mind of a high-school senior sent to me via email. He wrote it for fun over the summer. Like not for an assignment. (I almost fell over from the shock. They might actually be listening.)
If you've ever said, "I wish I could help," you probably haven't actually tried to help.
If you offer to pray but don't offer to do one single practical thing to help, you're missing the entire point.
Family court is a complete cesspool. It's like trying to take a bath in a septic tank.
A pistol permit only costs $25.00 in our county.
You can buy a firearm at a yard sale.
There are 4,000 tile samples at Lowe's and among those I am guaranteed to pick the one that's out of stock or no longer being made.
Not everyone will agree with your decisions. You probably weren't asking those people for their opinions in the first place.
My son should be a lobbyist, lawyer, or evangelist. Seriously. You can't win.
The Husband is never, ever, ever to eat another pretzel M&M again or I'm moving out. Or he's moving into another room until the after-effects wear off.
Watching House Hunters and hearing people exclaim, "Oooohhh, look! Two baths, Honey! And it's only $350,000 for 1600 square feet," makes me smile knowing that we live in a mansion in the boonies. City folk. (snort)
You don't need one bedroom per person. If you pile in, you can get to know your kids and they can get to know each other.
Daryl is the hot one. You know Rick's all right and all, but Daryl. That's where it's at. :-)
And that sums it up.