Ah, school conference half days are here and the kids are getting dismissed from school a whole three hours earlier than normal. Yippee! I get a whole three extra hours of fighting and disagreement among my loving children. You don’t really know the joy of parenting until you heard the click of the car door shutting and the immediate start-up of the bickering and fighting. The whining…let’s not forget the whining. Music to a deaf man’s ears!
Now my darling wife insists that I am being punished for all my misdeeds and minor disagreements I had with my sister and brother over the years. At least I didn’t sit on little brother and try to squeeze the last breath out of him, almost ending his life but I digress to a simpler time. A simpler time of attempts to kill your sister with a well placed shove or a minor psychological torture of your brother warmed your heart. Wasn’t it fun to tell your younger siblings that they were adopted? The look of panic in their face as they realize they might be returned to the orphanage at anytime.
Hmm, such fond memories come flooding back whenever I hear the fighting in the backseat (remember young folk can’t sit in the front because of air bags. Some might say I’m a bit of an airbag but let’s get back to the topic on hand).
Whoa, not another whining blog about my whining kids or my whining about them or me being a whiner…let’s stay positive..it’s an upbeat blog, right?
Now Cyndi (my former imaginary stalker but now appears to be real stalker) would probably agree that kids are the best part of parenthood. Well, unless your son grows up to be a loser, can’t hold down a job, doesn’t know how to flush a toilet or use a toothbrush, and lives in an alterative reality where lying is an acceptable form of communication.
Parenthood, the breakfast of the narcissistic man!