Friday, 22 February 2013
My kids have been off school all week. All week. Did I mention since like last Friday? Yes all week.
Seeing as both Dylan and I work full time, this has lead to a lot of unsupervised ‘sister bonding’ time. Please read as: The fighting is gonna put me over the freaking edge.
Its been like the Hunger Games around here.
They are gonna kill each other for sure. Well, at least the little one. Yeah, my bet is she won’t form any alliances for survival, which is too bad as her dimples make her a crowd favorite for the win. She is good for ratings; I hope she makes it to the finale.
Each tribute in my fight-to-the-death-school-break-arena has their own special skills for survival and I am the Games Master throwing twists into the game to mix things up and keep it interesting for the spectators.
By spectators I mean me. Me at work watching it all play out via ‘tattletale texting’.
It’s been fantastic. No it has not.
Maybe a sponsor will send me booze for my survival. To clarify, I don’t want an AA sponsor. I want the opposite.
Ironically, I was sent an email last night asking me to post a link to "Ideas to Keep Your Teen From Going Stir Crazy Over Spring Break".
Where was this list last Monday assholes?
Then I was mad because they reminded me that it’s not even Spring Break yet. Then I thought about Summer Holidays. Then I started crying. Then I poured a glass of wine.
This list has some
naïve, bullshit, resourceful
ideas if you are creative and organized and a good mom and give a shit. None of
which I am. I made sure their iPhones and iPad’s were charged, turned on the
TV, left some cold pizza and went to work.
Oh, I also left them a list of major cleaning jobs. For money.
That's right, I bribed them with twenty bucks to keep busy so they would not burn down my house or require a C.S.I murder investigation. Go ahead and put child labor on your ‘keep busy’ lists you damn super mommies. That’s the stuff that will get parents to buy into this cult of good parenting you are pushing.
The next email in my inbox was from a company that told what an influential blogger I am and as such they would like to send me free designer sunglasses to try out and then write a review about on my blog. This enticed me, as it was clearly better for my self-esteem. I’m a shitty mom but a kick ass blogger! Plus…I love free stuff.
In other news, please disregard any future blogs about sunglasses.
Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to go referee the fighting in the basement while I close my eyes and imagine the school bell ringing.
May the odds be ever in your favour.