As the summer comes to a close I have to face the harsh reality that the children are going back to school.
I am not going to allow myself to spiral into a depression.
I am going to refuse to worry about the insignificant nonsense that I get caught up with during the school year.
Here’s some shit that I am not going to have time for this year:
#1 – Homework:
I will have my children do their homework, as much as I can, but guess what?
As I tell my children regularly when they ask me for help with their homework…
I already fucking passed the fourth grade. I already passed the fucking second grade.
So that means that these children have to do their best and hope that they too can pass their grades.
It’s not my fucking problem.
This is not China.
I’m not going to micromanage all of this spelling and reading and math.
Figure it out kids.
#2- Organic Food
I mean – I can’t keep up with this.
First of all – I don’t have the time or energy or funds to purchase everything grass-fed from the farmer’s market or Whole Foods.
I mean are we really all going to die if we eat a little bit of high fructose corn syrup and red dye #40?
Yes? We are?
Well then…I guess we will die happy and fat.
I try – I really do. In my effort to neglect the children in the morning while simultaneously giving them good food – I purchased organic pomegranate toaster pastries this summer while at my parent’s beach house.
When my father woke up and saw them in the cupboard he was very alarmed.
He picked the box up and stared at it blankly. “Who the hell eats this shit?” he asked.
“It’s organic…and made from pomegranites.” I said knowingly.
The next day he arrived arms filled with boxes of chocolate and strawberry frosted Pop Tarts.
“I thought the kids should have proper Pop Tarts.” he announced.
Then he started comparing the labels. “Look at this!” he said excitedly as he read from the Kellogg’s Pop Tart label, “It’s a good source of 4 B vitamins and a good source of 6 vitamins and minerals!”
Then we looked at the organic toaster pastry label.
#3 – Playdates and parties:
I am just not getting roped into any of this bullshit any more. I am too old for this. My kids are too old for this. I purposely had a baby and then filled my uterus with another baby when the first baby was a mere 6 months old. I was tortured with two babies for a solid three years.
The benefit of all of that was to have two children who could play together.
Then why the hell do I have to play all these playdate games with people?
The first two birthday party invites we received for the fall…..they are in the garbage.
I regularly open my email and notice that people have commented on old blog posts. My most popular posts that people continue to comment on include my Disney post and my Pottery barn post. I have learned that there are a lot of angry people in this world and Americans will never stop being mad at me for talking shit about Disney World, fat people in motorized carts and people that consume huge vats of Diet Coke.
Still – even though I know that there are many troubled people in this world it still is sometimes troubling to open up my email and see a message from “FUCKYOUCUNT.”
I just don’t know why people who hate me so much take time out of their day to send me this type of message. I will continue my efforts to make fun of shit that’s fucking funny like enormous humans that wear Mickey Mouse ears like its’ their job and people that make sandwiches into tic tac toe boards for their kids.
If you don’t enjoy my commentary – there’s a “back” button on the upper left hand corner of the computer screen.
Click it motherfuckers.
I enjoy people who laugh until they pee in their pants.
If you aren’t one of those people then we can’t be friends.
And speaking of peeing in your pants….
#5 – Bladder control
Sometimes I worry about my poor bladder control. I mean since I have given birth my bladder just isn’t what it used to be. If I
sneeze cough drive my car over a speedbump laugh really hard – I have been know to have a little bit of a gallon dribble of pee come out.
Sometimes I worry about what will happen to me as I age. Should I have bladder surgery? Apparently you can get your bladder put into a bladder hammock of some sort that holds it up so that it won’t let pee explode out of you for no reason.
I sometimes think about how sad my social life will be as my bladder control gets worse and worse.
Will I someday be house-bound?
Well – apparently not.
Depends has a new ad campaign which is making me feel much better about my situation.
Well if all of these twenty-five year olds can walk around wearing jean jackets and gigantic diapers – then I guess I can too.
#6 – Fancy Lunches –
I dread pulling out those Pottery Barn kids lunchbags and making my children lunch for the next 10 months. I would be one thing if I could shove Capri Suns, poptarts and nutella and fluff in there, but NOOOOO…..We are expected to provide the children with “healthy snacks” “healthy beverages” and “healthy lunches.”
This is an example from the latest Pottery Barn kids catalogue of the type of lunch that modern day parents are expected to provide.
And in the latest craze of parents that are very troubled and need to find better uses of their time, people are creating fancy pictures on the childrens’ sandwich bags.
So it’s not enough to simply make the lunch into the shape of animals, now you have to decorate the wrappers.
I’m sorry – am I the only person that doesn’t have two hours in the morning to create a full bread-shaped maze?
Why do children need decorated ziplocs? And if you are that skilled at creating a maze couldn’t you go to work for like the Associated Press creating jumbles and mazes for people? You could work for a farm creating a corn maze….
Surely your talents could be better spent elsewhere….
And thirdly – is your goal for the kids to be antisocial? Shouldn’t they speak to their friends in the cafeteria while they eat lunch?
Instead – they will just spend their twenty minute lunch period trying to solve your dickwad maze?
You’re an asshole.
In closing – I am going to work very hard to not worry about any of this…
If you hear me complaining about playdates, homework, sandwich art, organic foods or peeing in my pants this year – slap me.
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