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My kids have been off school for nearly two weeks now, and they don’t show any signs of readiness to start cracking the books again. One more day kiddos. Presents have been opened, played with and shoved to the side. Little Dude has managed to master his whiplash scooter, in the kitchen, down the hall and outside in 20 degree weather.
Dear Daughter has done the rounds, the mall, roller skating, visiting friends, staying up late. We’ve watched tons of movies and even did some sand art. What was I thinking? Michael’s Craft Store had the greatest sale before Christmas, you know one of those where most everything is affordable and wraps up nicely with a bow? For a couple of bucks the kids get stacks of gifts.
Cabin fever is starting to set in, I know this because Dear Daughter said to me recently, “Who wants a perfect Mom when you can have an awesome Mom?” Yikes! That was the first time she was actually dear to me. Personally, I think she’s gambling for another trip to the mall, are we heading into the respect orbit? No wait, is that screeching I hear from above, she’s letting Little Dude really have it. Nope, we’re still dragging butt in the smart mouth orbit, guess we’ll plant it here for a while.
For the next few years, I think we will be considered what astronomers call “orbit jumpers.” In technical terms, “Those parents who cannot control their children no matter how hard they try.” One day the force draws us into the kindness orbit and then suddenly without warning, we rocket into the hell-raisin’, door-slammin’, back talkin’, craziness orbit. All this skipping around in circles is making Dear Mommy dizzy. Hey, it’s what I signed up for when I told the doctor I would do anything to become a Mom. Thanks doc, two for the price of one.
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