I drove my 15 year old to school today (his first play performance today!!!) and mentioned that I had nothing to blog about. His eyes dart along the street and this is what happens:
Teen - Blog about... hmmm... Big Wheels!
Me - But I don't know anything about Big Wheels, I've never owned a Big Wheel...
Teen - (assuming the dramatic Freudian pose) And how do you feel about that?
Me - 'meh - yeah... don't care.
See, I fully recovered from my childhood Big Wheel disappointment! Without a therapist! My parents will be so thrilled!
For my part - as a parent - I am doing all that I can to support the therapists of the future.
My kids never know whether or not I want them to leave the door open or to shut it FAST. It makes perfect sense to me... if I'm paying for the A/C or the Heater - shut it fast... If I'm trying to use the good weather as my A/C or Heater - leave it open. Is it too much to expect the children to go and check the settings and the bills to see whether or not it's a Door Open or a Door Closed day? Really... too much huh? Guess we'll just use our Mom Scream at the Top of Her Lungs method... it's worked thus far.
Other things I do to ensure the survival of another generation of therapists?
1-take pictures when they make huge messes THEN scold them for their naughtiness.*
2-send jackets in their backpacks on cold mornings which become warm days.
3-"guys, that's enough screen time, shut off the TV - and then come here and see this funny I found on youTube"
4 -"no, I'm not buying you a sugary ice cream cone unless you eat your dinner! Now finish up those deep fat fried chicken nuggets - the trans-fat laden fries - and the bubbly soda so I know you have something 'good' in you before dessert."**
Future therapists? you're. welcome.
*okay... so we don't actually do this anymore - but I won't deny that it ever happened...
** this either. really.
***image created by me, with a lot of help from VistaPrint...