Saturday, April 05, 2008

To my eldest son

Dear Eldest Son,

Believe it or not, I did not look into your face the day you were borne and think, "Ahh yes. Here is the child I dreamed of. This! This is the one whose life I will ruin. I will begin by telling him No everytime he wants to do something fun."

Mommy Dearest


Scotty said...

They don't understand that spoiling their fun is one of our few real joys in life, do they? Hehe, just kidding, of course.

What's he wanting to do?

Mary Paddock said...

Minor stuff today, Scotty.

Presently I'm irritated at his attitude every time I've asked him to help around the house. My ankle is still pretty swollen and hurts quite a bit, so I'm having to lean on him for small stuff like sweeping the floor while I fold laundry. Before today, lately asking him to contribute to the household chores has produced dirty looks, sighs, and impatient obedience.

The black looks . . . Good grief . . . I guess I'm interfering with his naptime or something.

His Dad finally saw it in action today so I think this will be coming to an end pretty quickly. Gary doesn't crack down often, but when he does--it's pretty impressive.

debby said...


Ah, the universal fate of parents of teenagers everywhere.

I hope this makes you laugh. It worked for me.

Mary Paddock said...

Debby, Thank you. You were right. She's a scream. I laughed until I was in tears.

Of course the boys were staring at me like I'd lost my mind and I just couldn't explain.

debby said...

Ah, then, my work here is done.

*walks off into sunset*