At exactly 6PM last night zombies came and took over my two youngest kids. Honestly, there is no other explanation for it. I didn’t even know that zombies can do that sort of thing…. but it happened.
These amazing, loving and kind children turned into sluggish, in-the-way, monosyllabic speaking monsters…. whom I felt the need to beat. (please note no beatings occurred.) – but it might have helped.
Can I have a dollar?
Can I have a bag of chips?
I need something to drink…
Here’s the deal, I was volunteering last night at the annual high school powder puff game for my oldest. He was there (he SMELLED like a zombie: he had just come from football practice and although I provided him with baby wipes – superhero decorated – to wipe off his stench…. he still smelt like death! I can still kind of smell it. ugh!) to volunteer for band and help out at the concessions stand.
Typically, these zombies…. I mean my kids would be fairly well behaved, help out a little bit and hang out. But last night they were stuck to me like white on rice and continued to beg for money.
If I said it once… I said it a million times…. “I have NO MONEY!” Then I realized it. My kids…. MY KIDS…. are spoiled. This was my fault. When I was working full time, money was never an issue.
Can I have a dollar? Absolutely!
I want a bag of chips…. Sure!
But when you make major life decisions and choose to live life…. you make some sacrifices. And when mom says to eat a good snack before we leave, she means it.
Then this morning I saw this quote:
and I had to laugh…… because after last night it should read…..
By the way, they are better today and back to themselves. Sweet, loving, kind children who are a true pleasure to parent.