I was going to write about waiting tables because that seems to be all I do anymore, and you’re supposed to write what you know. I know something besides that though. I know my daughter. She is a female child that I made all by myself with my biology kit and an assistant primate. Daughter wanted me to post this drawing on my blog, and she asks me whether I’ve done it or not at least once a week. I was so unnecessarily cranky at her this morning for putting her damn swim clothes in the washing machine and thereby ensuring that they would not be ready to wear in time for jr. lifeguards. I was such a bitch mom about it that my guilt has compelled me to publish her campaign poster for the office of World Ruler. The unfortunate thing about her declaration of world tyranny is that it happened in the middle of a country highway where the cars have oversized bumpers that drag on the road and are about to run her over.
I think as a parent that it is important to control your emotions and keep your mood in check so as not to turn what could be a learning experience into a getting everyone upset experience. I also think that getting upset is a learning experience in itself because once everyone is upset, they hopefully realize that it’s not the way they want to remain for all eternity, and they correct their laundry mistakes in the future. Isn’t this great? Learning about life every day. Every day. Life just carries on. We learn about laundry. The dos and don’ts. Let’s go.