Por que???
I am wondering:
-why must Cassidy insist on playing “Jolly Old St. Nicholas” over and over again on the piano this afternoon.
-why, when Cass takes a break from the ivory keys, she and Loren are playing the World Cup in the living room.
-why Devon feels the need to remove every book from the book shelf.
-why would the children think that today it is all right to play inside with a regulation soccer ball, when on every other day of their existence it has been forbidden.
-why the kids feel no inclination whatsoever to listen to my gaddamn-fucking words.
-why Devon so enjoys pawing through my purse and applying my lip gloss and lipstick to his entire face.
-why Cassidy insists upon changing her clothes 5 times per day and leaving the discarded husks in piles around the house.
-why school doesn’t begin until Spetember-fucking-5 when all the other schools around the country are already beginning.
-why it isn’t socially acceptable to begin drinking red wine at noon on a weekday.
-why the kids don’t understand that full out soccer games in the confines of the living room always result in either me screaming or one of them covered in carpet burns.
But most of all I wonder if perhaps my mothering skills are perhaps a bit off. All of the above remarks might indicate the ponderings of a woman who just doesn’t quite get it or have it. Or they might point towards something amiss. Or they might mean that my kids are especially noxious and cruel. Or they could mean that during the 27 total months that I was supposedly pregnant with the three of them that I actually had pillows stuffed up my shirt. It could mean that I actually snuck into maternity wards and pilfered them all, thus my complete lack of maternal instincts and inclinations. It could also account for the fact that they all have different hair colors and different eye colors.
It all sounds normal to me; especially the five changes of clothing and the husks on the floor.
You expressed it more poetically than I.
Rebecca missed her first school bus ever today. She “forgot” to either tell her teacher or hand her the note I had written. Her sister’s teacher called me and then drove her home.
The other sister told her teacher I was picking them up at the wrong school. The teacher called me otherwise Rochelle might still be sitting there. Kidding; she had the cell phone. I not only told them; I had written it all down. I wasn’t picking them up at all; they were supposed to walk - together.
I met the bus. No telling what could go wrong next.
Listen? Kids?
How do you do it day after day? I am at a loss. They will win.
Now, why on earth would you have gone and stolen that kind of responsibility on purpose?
It all sounds rather normal to me, too. Sigh.
what? Your child has musical ability and is actually practicing?
what? Your children are actually doing something besides watching TV?
what? Your youngest is already showing a love of books?
I think all of that shows real promise in your mothering skills. Keep up the good work!!
Kim
What are you doing with your bad self today?
Thanks so much for the visit and your comment. You unwittingly furnished the material for part of my latest post.
I do worry more about the girls than I did my boys when they took the city buses to school in San Francisco. Odd - I hadn’t thought about it but that aspect of boys is easier. Other parts like the worms in the pockets - not so much.
Take care of yourself and welcome back anytime.
I did it again. I keep forgetting preview.
That was I.