I give all the credit in the world to my kids. Bright, intelligent and more spongelike than the SpongeBob guy on Nick. "Mom...can I get this?"..."Mom...I want this"..."Mom...if I rub your feet...". My goodness...sure...rub my feet...but money isn't coming out the other side. Just today as I was straightening my hair for the God forsaken 1000th time since graduation in 1988, my son comes up to me and says, "Hey, Mom, I am going to draw a picture of you, sissy and myself in a new house." Good for him, I think to myself as I wonder, did I put too much of the #2 eyeshadow on my eyes? Will it make my hair look curlier?
Sure enough, 'The Boy', as I like to refer him as, draws a picure of a castle, 'sissy', himself and me. "Son", I begin to explain,"I have 3 tiers to my crown and you and your sissy only have two. Why is that?" "Because you are the Queen, and we are your children." Hmmmm...motivation...what does he really want?
"That's wonderful son, glad to see your sissy is in the west wing and you are stratigically placed in the west wing." I, unfortunatly have been placed in the middle. Do you know what it is like to be in the "middle"? Heat...discomfort...more heat... The Boy begins to carry on about how one day we will be rich and have a castle and we will live happily ever after. Great for a 7 year old, his 12 year old sister on the other hand (if informed of this set up) would burn her wing down out of spite. I have been told, by many educated individuals, to entertain the thoughts of the 'young'. 'When I'm rich...I will give you a big house" he adds with utter enjoyment. He doesn't want anything but happiness and fortune for me and the family. For someone who has just lost his right front tooth with an extra buck from the 'Fairy' in hand, I cannot deny him the vision he has created on cheap printer paper. YES...I deserve the 3rd tier!
Thus, the life of a single mom with kids continues, wine at hand.
