Add one more to the list

Sometimes being a mom sucks…no really. Having to be the bad guy, having to be the one to say, gee dear, its a school night and you’ve been having trouble getting up in the morning and now you want to go to the invited dress rehearsal of the school year play but you don’t know what time it starts and when it will be over…
I am the spineless one. The one that just wants to make my babies happy. I don’t want her to be sad or mad or upset but sometimes it’s gotta be done. The suckie part is when you’re a mom to a 14 year old, it seems like every other word is no. It’s a lot like when the kids are 4, 5 and…well, just about every age. Believe it or not, parents really get tired of saying no all the time so why the hell do you keep asking for stupid things you know are going to hurt you or put your life at risk or lead to irreparable brain damage or just plain piss us off?
I drive you guys everywhere. You need money for salsa class, here’s ten bucks. Did you clean the bird’s cage like I’ve asked every fucking day for the past week? Well, will you do it tomorrow? Yeah, maybe is like my maybe…forgetaboutit.
Doctors apointments, dentist apointments, dance, soccer, there isn’t one night during the week where I’m not in the car driving one or the other somewhere and then back to bring them home. Anyone say thanks? Anyone even do the dishes without having to go into cage match fight stance over it? Oh, I asked you to actually do the dishes today…all two bowls in the sink? and now I expect you to do the dinner dishes too. there’s three of us, plates, the mashed potato pot, broccoli pot and gravy boat. This is tough. and you have to actually put them in the dishwasher too.
Okay. I feel better now. Just in time to get in the car and go pick up thing one from salsa class and drive her over to the French club where they’re getting ready for the trip to France…Man, I got to go to Missoula Montana when I was 16 – for a weekend at a debating meet.
This is what I’m working for, this is why I go into an office in the morning, answer phones and put numbers into the computer like a drone for 6.5 hours. And now they don’t want me taking off time to drive the kids to doctors apointments…well, not too much anyway. My daughter is a diabetic…how many apointments are too many? Until you have a child with a chronic disease, you have no idea just how many ‘medical professionals’ there are out there waiting for a chance to take a look at the kid.
Now I feel better. Yeah, well, maybe not. But at least I communicated with the outside world. maybe.
g’night dear.