Whew! I've spent the last 2 days re-adjusting to life with kids around. Go figure - I have almost 19 years of living with kids under my belt; yet, after a mere 36 hours off, I forgot how to manage. What? You want to be fed? What do you mean, "Where are my clean clothes?" And, for heaven's sake, can't you go to the potty without announcing it?
I'll be okay - I mean, I think I'll be okay. A little chocolate wouldn't hurt, though....
Look - I am a mere burned-out shell of the mother I used to be, and I know it. Generally, I have made peace with the fact that I am not nearly as fun and optimistic and energetic, parenting-wise, as I was 10 years ago. Generally. Unfortunately, we have Girl Scouts tomorrow.
zealously nurturing school of parenting. I know they must see me as a cautionary tale, a ghost of parenting future, as it were. I don't get excited about trips to the local fake pumpkin farm, I couldn't care less what badge the girls are working on, and damned if I'm sleeping in a tent just so the 8-year-olds can have what is essentially a big outdoor slumber party.
You know, you can microwave a s'more.
Wet blanket, anyone?
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