I’m a little out of it today after the long Memorial Day Weekend. I gotta say it was a good one, and I’m sorry it’s over. Mr. Potato Head and I ditched the kids for a night and went to a wedding, and I’m not feeling the whole get back to work thing right now. That’s not really like me because I’m a pretty hard worker and get bored easily. Usually, I’m ready to dive back in.
Not today. Today I realized I like the life of leisure. It suits me.
It’s a pretty pressing need I feel should be addressed immediately. I don’t see why the newly married couple gets to jet off on a Honeymoon, and I don’t. I’m stuck here not on a tropical isle and that’s not fair. So what if I already had a honeymoon? I need another one. That’s why…
He better if he wants this marriage to work.
The thing is the end of the school year is a crazy time. I have things flying at me from all directions. The Kid’s class trip, Crazy’s class trip, the rain date for Crazy’s class trip, the year-end car wash, The Kid’s year-end musical concert, Crazy’s year-end musical concert, the last minute “emergency” school closure (still don’t know what that was about as it wasn’t a true emergency since we were told about it but only a week before), the school carnival, ect., ect., ect.
You can tell I’m a little out of it when…
Seriously, why would I do that? That’s just plain crazy talk.
I also had this idea:
Although that idea actually makes sense because my kids are usually the ones eating all the cookies before I even get a taste, and we made the cookies ourselves, chocolate chip, which are my favorite, and my kids generally don’t give a good God damn what crap they’re shoveling into their faces as long as it’s got a ton of sugar, fat and salt in it. I, however, have discriminating tastes and as such deserve all the chocolate chip cookies, but do you think my kids would appreciate that? Noooo. It’s all about them and their wants. So selfish.
Then, I did something even crazier. Something I never would have thought I’d do. I prohibited my kids from doing a thing they love, a thing I love. Well, use to love.
Now you know something ain’t right.
What do you think? Do you agree I deserve all the cookies? Was I right in banning “Ain’t nobody got time for that?” Have you faced similar struggles, and how did you handle them?
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