Lately my kids have kind of been driving me fucking nuts.
This is a shitty thing to say because they are good kids and they get along with each other and random people stop me in the grocery store to tell me that when I wasn't looking they were hugging each other.
So yeah, they are totally awesome TO EACH OTHER.
But listen, they're growing up and I'm tired of wiping their asses - both metaphorically and LITERALLY and the truth is that there are some things that they can do around here and they don't have to act like I just asked to borrow a kindney when I ask them to pick their dirty underwear off the bathroom floor.
BUT THEY DO.
Tonight my kids had track from 6-7:30pm. I worked until 5:50, raced downstairs and hopped in the car with them. I ran from 6-7:30 while they ran and then my husband dropped me off at the service station to pick up our car which received a surprise $700 worth of work.
I left there, went to Trader Joe's and bought the makings of dinner. I came home and grilled chicken and flank steak, cooked pasta with freshly grated Romano cheese and adorned our plates with watermelon and cherries.
And my nine year old sat down and said, "Gee mom, the food just keeps getting worse and worse around here."
I think we can all agree that the fact that he's still breathing shows great charity on my part.
My 5 year old daughter sighs loudly enough to damage your hearing when I tell her that no, in fact, she cannot have Big League Chew at 8am.
My 8 year old rolled his eyes to the moon and back when I told him that "No TV all day" did not end at sun down.
The entitlement is driving me crazy. Even though I know I cause it by wanting to give them everything. I still want them to APPRECIATE it.
But that's not even what this post is about...
This post is about the fact that today is the 3rd of July and every year my family has a big bonfire and lights off fireworks. But I'm not speaking with my mother right now and I don't feel like going. Except that when I was a kid it was the BEST day of the year and I feel bad NOT taking my kids because I know they will LOVE it.
But I don't want to. I want to ROLL my EYES and SIGH and SAY, "DO I HAVE TO?"
Sometimes being a grownup sucks.