A child’s laughter, I live for the sound of uncontrollable laughter from one of my children. How many parents take that sound for granted? How many parents are self consumed and don’t understand it’s importance? How many times have we looked over and through the emotions of our kids as an annoyance? I have, yet tonight I relished in it, I bathed myself in the pure emotion of a happy, laughing child. I put that one moment in my memory bank to pull up time and again, placing a smile on my face when I have forgotten how.
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The Christmas Play
So it’s that time of year, the annual school Christmas play. The kids are dressed up and ready to perform, the band is tuning their instruments and the parents are all bantering about their little genius actors.
Sitting here waiting for the Christmas production to start I am left wondering, why after multiple generations sitting through this event has not one person ever thought of putting chairs down for the parents instead of these awful benches from the lunch service that our asses are forced to endure.
Also if you the parent are sick why on earth are you so selfish that you feel the need to come and place yourself in the center of multiple healthy parents and cough your fool head off?
Oh well I digress, the curtain has closed, weeks of preparation are now about to take form. Merry Christmas little ones, the show must go on….
The Day is done
Kids are asleep, wife is out cold and I am left with my thoughts. Another night of playing “whack a mole” with the kids has left me exhausted. Whack a mole is when every time you think they are all in bed, another one pops up with a need. You get that one handled and back in bed at just at that moment another one pops up with a need. Before long you are pulling your hair out and cussing under your breath.
My parents used to say “I hope you have ten kids just like yourself” What a horrible thing to say! Apparently I was the spawn of the devil to harshly command such a response! Yet somehow right at his very moment it seems fitting. I have not uttered those words to my own children but as sure as the sun rises, it will come up.
One last load of laundry and my ass is off to bed as well…. Goodnight..
They call me Betty 