Me. I am the one who cannot seem to remember why I don’t do certain things with my children until I am there, in the situation, repeating the offense. After dragging the ladies to Target I decided to reward them with a fun lunch out. Fun? Maybe for them it was, but let’s just say I left with elevated blood pressure and the need to do some deep breathing exercises. All ability to behave was gone. It was absolutely unbearable and with a price tag of $15 not cool. Once again, I’ve learned my lesson.
Oh and just as the tension and rage in my body was almost completely gone, I heard this gem from BQ after I asked her to carry a single bag into the house that contained one pair of cotton pants (for her).
“Fine I’ll carry it. Why do I have to do all the work around here?”
Um, what? I believe there were three heavy bags in my hands plus a big thing of toilet paper. But, whatever. Of course then it hit me that this very comment may have escaped my lips during a weak moment of “woe is me” mommy desperation. I can still take away a privilege though, right? 🙂
So next time I have the brilliant idea to take the girls for a little lunch date remind me that I might have more fun actually flushing $15 dollars down the toilet. Maybe I’ll get it one of these days.