Am I supposed to hold myself to a higher standard?
I mean, I am their mother after all.
Yet, somehow, I am no better than my kids.
That’s right. I admit it. I am scared to try new foods. This is how I look when I am served something I didn’t approve before hand.
And when I try to eat something that I “KNOW” I won’t like!
4. I suffer from selective hearing.
“Well, if you wouldn’t have waited until the last-minute.” I say to the kids. Yet, I am the one running to the Post Office because it is the last day that this can be mailed out before it’s late.
Only instead of sticking my tongue out and saying, “Na-Na”, I say, “Because I said so!”.
“Mom, get my cup!”.
Are your legs broken? Get it yourself.
“Boy, boy, hand mommy the remote.”
There you have it.
10 reasons why I am no better than my kids.
There are more, but this is all I’m willing to admit to at this time.