I'm the Mom. Oftentimes, that makes me The Heavy.
You only have your Learner's Permit. No. You cannot drive to Union City unaccompanied. That would be illegal. (But M-o-o-o-o-m.....)
You have been on the PlayStation for two hours. You are rotting your brain. Turn the machine off.
Yes, you have to finish reading Module 11 in Chemistry this week. I want the practice problems at the end of the chapter turned in by Friday.
No, you cannot eat this entire watermelon...you will make yourself sick.
It hasn't rained in over a month. You may NOT fire flaming cannon balls out over the hay field.
If you want to talk about getting another dog, first you do a little research and come back with some figures on just how much it's going to cost - up front and over the long haul. Get a year's worth of "dog funds" in the bank and then we'll talk.
I don't care if you think you are warm enough. It's snowing outside. Take a coat.
Has everyone finished their chores for today?
Eat your Brussels sprouts.
We need to talk...
It's not so much that I mind being The Heavy. I really don't. It's part of the job of being a mom, and it's part of what it means to love my children. Sometimes, however, I really would like to be more fun. But maybe fun is just one of those things that you only experience sideways, kind of like peripheral vision: look too hard for it and you miss it.
like a stone in your throat
1 year ago
1 comment:
I feel the same way, I always feel like I'm telling my kids "no, you can't do that" or "please do that" and I feel like they think I'm just a slave driver or mean mother, but when we do get to do something fun, even it is just going to the movie store, they always tell me "mom thank you, you are awsome"
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