I was thinking today that there is no end to the torment women will inflict upon themselves.
up to explain: Yesterday I grabbed a take-and-bake pizza from a Papa
Murphy’s store run by morons (but that’s a different story) and picked
up my kids from school. I planned to have a pleasant Friday pizza-and-movie night, something they usually enjoy.
I could tell immediately, though, that it was going to be one of Those evenings with the kids. You know, the ones where they begin squabbling before the car doors have even closed? Tigger
hums, something she does only to irritate her sister, until Little Bit
screeches at her to stop, and then Tigger switches to whistling, also
to irritate her sister. Little Bit fusses and whines about everything and nothing. Sound familiar, moms?
At home Tigger moaned because I made her do her math homework before the movie. Little Bit complained because I had chosen the film (Tuck Everlasting) rather than letting her pick some awful Scooby Doo thing.
the movie the bickering continued, with Little Bit sitting in front of
the TV and refusing to move, and Tigger telling her “SHHHHH” every time
she whispered a question about the movie.
I yelled at them both. Several times. I hate that. I wanted to go back to school pick-up time and start over again. I was glad when they went to bed.
Now it’s Saturday and they’ve gone skiing with their dad. Whenever they are a significant distance away from me, I worry that something terrible will befall them. Today’s worry: what if the car crashes and they get killed, and the last evening I ever spent with them was THAT one?
Am I the only one that does this??
UPDATE: Husband and children are home safe and sound.
Anybody want my butternut squash curry recipe? I made it up myself. (And it was yummy.)