Somewhere in my typepad account I had to write a description about by blog and I threw 'mommy-hood' in there. Because I'm a mom, you see. However, I don't dwell on that much here because, well, that takes up the rest of my day and this is my little space.
However. I have to share this. Maybe because, lately, my fuse is short. Maybe because I am still dealing with my hard drive on my work computer and I am getting less done every day. Maybe because it's hormones. I do apologize if you came here for pretty pictures or fancy embroidery. That makes me happy, too. Whatever, it's sharing time. I'm sharing a bit of my frustration. And I'm keeping it real.
My twelve year old is without a doubt, one of the messiest, sloppiest kids I have ever met. (She is also one of the sweetest, but we are not discussing that today.) She will admit to having trouble staying on top of things like trash and laundry. I'm kind of tidy, so we regularly clash when it comes to her room. Which, from what I hear around the internetz, is pretty typical. heh.
But talking on her cell phone while doing an assignment? Not cool. Putting off 4 hours of homework for Sunday night at 8:30 and then yelling about how much she hates our computer? Not cool. Leaving smeared raw eggs on the counter? Not cool. Forgetting to flush the toilet? No excuse. (Seriously, do I really need make rules at this micro-level??) Clicking her brand new usb memory stick like a ball-point pen, in front of me? Not cool. Eye roll, please. Huff huff. Mommmmm. Don't yell at me. All you do is yell at me. You think I'm an awful person.