Growing up doesn't necessarily make you any better at stuff...

This morning as I rip the milk carton for the millionth time in my life as I try to open it and end up once again looking for the butter knife to stick into the half-ripped-off end to retain some semblance of a pouring function- I am reminded that despite my years I am still no expert at this.

I see my kids struggling with stuff as they are growing up and I tell them it gets easier the more they do it as they grow up- but this just isn't true for all things. I leave that depressing part out.

Spaghetti sauce has always been my kryptonite - especially if wearing light colored clothing, I have never been able to eat it clean without some splatter or stain getting me somewhere. Can't blame it on having your messy kid eat at your lap at the table, no this one is all me. "I'll have the pizza please."

The greatest and worst thing is when you see your kids master something that has always been hard for you- it makes you both proud and envious that they have escaped a lifetime of torment of dribbling when you drink from a glass or crying at the sentimental stuff.

As a parent, it also leaves me wondering- well if she is fine with this... oh dear is it going to be that? There is still hope that shooting out loud, little farts when she laughs is something your kid will eventually grow out of.