I adore my kids. They get good grades, they’re hard workers, they have sparkling personalities and are oozing with talent and most of all, mad love. I seriously have no complaints. I wouldn’t change a thing about them!
However…say, hypothetically… I was on a game show and I had one second to blurt out what bugged me in order for me to win a million dollars for our family? Hmmm. well, if I had to say something, it would probably be….
Now that my book is done (I think) and the cruise is next week, I turned into Drill Sergeant Daisy tonight to get the house clean.
OMG. I avoided the issue the entire time while I worked on my book. Let’s just say we all broke a sweat in the past few hours from sorting and sweeping and no one cracked a smile.
As much as I love my kids, sometimes I want to…ugh, I don’t know, be guilty of Pretend Shaken Teenager Syndrome? You know, like gripping the air one-inch away from their shoulders and shaking as hard as you can?
I would like to know why do teenagers hate doing chores so much. Seriously. They prolong it as much as possible, and turn into Law and Order defense attorneys to con their way out of it. And if you don’t stay on them, they won’t complete the task, or only do it half-way before they come down with a mysterious stomach virus that will only subside with a two-hour couch potato and ice cream eating session…I’m stopping right there because my back is still sore from their piercing laser beams glares of anger.
I bet if I had my mom read this blog post she would laugh because I probably did the same to her. In fact I know I did. But it is no fun when it comes back around! No fun!
I wonder if my teens do this to me on purpose so I won’t ask for help in the future. However, we did get a lot cleaned – everyone was mad at each other so they scrubbed harder and faster than normal. Despite losing my cool at one point, I went to bed a very proud mom.
(DeAngelo and Maya, in case you read this, I WUV you!! Thank you for your help tonight!!)
Love & light,