Don't boast

Raise your hand if you know what happens when you boast.
You say, "Bad Things, Suzanne"?
Why, yes! You're right!

Well, in the grand scheme of things, I know, I know, our "Things" are not so bad. They don't live in a box and play with my best polka dot dress. But they do make the house a mess. And they do whine and whine and whine. And they do get sick and throw up all over us--repeatedly--even when we tell them not to--repeatedly--it's as if they can't help it!

Oh, about the repeating...I have made myself a little rule: If someone repeats the same request or comment more than three times and my response is being ignored, then I copy the repeater. I confess, this is not the peacemaker's approach. It's the I'm-all-out-of-ideas,-now,-I'll-do-anything-to-make-them-stop-crying- about-candy-right-now-exasperated-mother-who-needs-a-trip-to-Venus approach.

Seriously. We've been sick since the beginning of January, just like every other family with young kids that I know. We even threw in a trip to Georgia to change the scenery while we were throwing up, just to keep Things from getting boring. There have been some well deserved rough nights, in return for my gloating to the universe over my good sleepers and superior parenting. So, if you've checked my blog day after day only to find the same old post about how great things are, I'm setting the record straight. I chose to sleep between laundry loads instead of blogging about our cute offspring.

So, here's what I've learned: Heed my inner voice. You can all rely on MY inner voice if you want, or heed your own, but, whatever, if it says "just don't boast", take my advice, "Don't". Unless, of course, you love the smell of vomit and sleep deprivation, then, what the heck, boast away!