and I was cursed.

Shaun and I keep looking at each other and shaking our heads with this look of, “Was sex really worth all these kids?”

On Friday my heart broke. It was mended with sister/mom/shaun love and some good hair bleach on Saturday. On Sunday my heart rested.

On Monday my heart is angry. ONE TIME. I want to tell those little heathens ONE time to do something and then I want them to JUMP TO IT…and do it with a damn smile on their faces…and get it done QUICKLY.

No such luck. It’s my mother’s curse. She has passed this on to me…and I will pass it on to each of my children. They will know they have been given the curse when they call me one night after getting into a fight with their 9 year old over what flavor of cereal they will eat and I WILL LAUGH. I will laugh like my mother has laughed.
Then I will suggest that they send my sweet grandchild to my house for a few hours so they can ‘have a break’…and I will rush out and buy that special cereal and when my daughter mistakenly pulls out of the driveway for her ‘little break’, I will do the same thing my mother surely did to my children…I will tell them that grandma loves them no matter what and that that child can do no wrong. I will juke that baby up on sugar and kisses. Then my sweet grandchild will love me so very much and I can kick back and laugh at my daughter when she calls me again and again to complain about how HER DAUGHTER WON’T CLEAN HER DAMN ROOM!
These little thoughts are the only things that get me through days like this one.
Sweet revenge.