Tonite was one of those nights when I wanted to punch my kids in the face. I would actually never do it, but sometimes the thought brings me so much glee that I feel better instantly. They all wanted me to lie in bed with them (well just the youngest two) and my maternal popularity ratings were soaring tonite hence the rancor between siblings. Per one's description of the other my daughter is the bride of Chucky and my son is just an asshole. So the big love fest never took place. Instead I had the pleasure of listening to a laundry list of why the other was unworthy of love.
I must be the worst mother on the planet or at least on my block because I'm pretty sure all the experts would advise against you telling your children, "You take the joy out of motherhood." Or explaining to your 10 year old son why he can't act like an asshole (yes I did use those words). Still need to tell the 9 year old girl that she isn't winning any congeniality contests among her brothers.
Wow, being a referee in real life Lord of the Flies is hazardous. It's not a spectator sport. Most days are ok but some days you feel violated.
I got to help my mother pick out a Medicare plan today. There is a lot of redundancy in the plans and the explanations yet it is still a very baffling process. Honestly, she could have done it on her own but now I get why you might want to think it through with someone else. It's like reading the fine print on a product sweepstakes entry form; exceptions may apply. I think they should dumb it down to a glossy menu with pictorial choices, kind of like an IHOP menu. And things like Part B, prescription drug plans and gap policies would be your supersize value meals.
All is quiet here except for some snoring so gonna go take advantage of the stillness!
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone
Location:Supersize
No comments:
Post a Comment