Am I the only Mom who is on Week 2 of Back to School and already in disbelief that it’s “same stuff, different school year” ??
The classics are back!
“You can’t wear those postage-stamp shorts!”
“Why? I don’t have anything else!”
“Maybe if you tried bringing in your laundry more than once per Leap Year, you would!”
Ye Olde band instrument. Practice twice on the weekends. Get a signed slip for the next week’s lesson. All good.
“Mom can I practice now?”
“No, your baby sister is in bed now. Your saxophone is too loud and you should have practiced first thing when you got home.”
Exchange of words too long and boring to print here. Blah Blah Blah…All NOT good.
And in the absence of her two older siblings, Little Bee is now lashing out at the cashier at Target or the friend I see in passing at the grocery store. They get her new snarly look and some snappish two-year old comment and a wagging finger point.
There’s always tomorrow’s cup of coffee and the promise of 10 minutes to breathe and look at a magazine or catch up on some meaningless celebrity nonsense from the Today Show.
But as past experience proves…I have been re-warming that cup of coffee for the last week.
I still never get to my target while it’s hot! Grrrrrr…
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I have become the old, out-of-touch Mom. It’s official. Even my siblings are calling me out. I am locked in to a contract with a cell phone company until March. I am a dinosaur in the cell phone world. Who stays with their cell phone provider for eleven years? Apparently this girl!
The first day of school rolls around and amid hundreds of Facebook posts you won’t find my kids. Nope, their Mom does not get 4G service in our town. Thus no instantaneous posts touting the excitement, fun and fashion of the first day of school. Bad Mom.
No less than fourteen texts came in to my phone that morning while having coffee with friends that included pictures of my niece and nephew in all of their first day of school glory, comments from my siblings and Mom. Digs at me. How old-school I am. Lots of cyberspace chuckles were had at my expense.
Being passed around our table at the coffee shop were iPhones, iPads and a rather fancy uploading device to immediately transfer pictures from phone to tablet. I had nothing to share. Old fashioned digital camera for me. Gasp! The pictures are still locked in my camera and have yet to see the light of day. Please, don’t alert the technology authorities.
Rewind a few days before this, while driving I heard this comment out of the mouth of my oldest: “You automatically get a banana vacuum.” Excuse me?! What planet are we on? Apparently this sentence does actually exist and makes sense to a kid playing Minion Rush, a video game based off of the movie Despicable Me.
A few minutes later was heard: “The Beijing police just came out of the sky and got me!” Really. This revelation is brought to us by the game Subway Surfer.
These kids today…
Can you just see the little minions laughing at me?