Who has the kind of kids who run through the house for apparently no reason except to drive their parents nuts? Rocket Boy, rightly named, runs all over the place. He runs to the pantry, the dinner table, upstairs to bed, to the library, but only inside the house!! When he’s outside, I never see him sprinting around. What’s up with that?
And when the hell can I ease up with the warnings? You know the drill.
“Don’t play on the stairs!”
“Don’t slam the glass door!”
“Stop performing full-blown gymnastic stunts on the bed!!”
“Get the hell away from my china cabinet with tennis rackets!”
Do they want to spend 8 hours in the ER? At what age does common sense kick in?
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| Are kids even conscious most of the day? |
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| And do I have to look like this until they go to college? |
They are so careless sometimes, that I just about freaked when we had to rent musical instruments this year for strings class. Watching them get on the bus with a 150 pound backpack, a cello and a hefty lunchbox is more than I can bear to watch.
OK wranglers, Mom is beggin’ you to use that brain in your head. I’m constantly handing out towel-wrapped ice packs for injuries. Give me a break, and think before you leap, and never, ever, run with scissors!
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| “But Mom, it’s so much fun!” |
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