Am I A Bad Mom, Or....
Does everyone HATE SCHOOL PROGRAMS? My 6 YO, Deuce, mentioned something about having to sing or something last week, and until today, I shoved it towards the back of my mind. Until 5 o'clock today, that is, when he said he has a singing program tonight at 7!!!
Can I just tell you, I had an emotional rollercoaster 3 days at work (as you've seen below) and I just wanted to sit at home tonight and watch movies and veg out, but no...
I even tried to talk him out of going!!! How horrible is that? I hate sitting in an auditorium (Yes, they hold they're programs at the high school arts center, because so many fucking people show up for these things!)with all the soccer moms and cubscout den-bitches and strippers (apparently, from the way they dress, but I'll touch on that later...) who have kids my age. It completely sucks.
Don't get me wrong, I love my children dearly, but I would much rather they sing to me from the comfort of home, rather that have to catch their eye in an auditorium full of people, worried that if they don't see me they might think I left.
Oh, yes, that is what happened tonight.
Deuce comes out and is looking frantically for us, Spawn (11 YO) is shouting his name, jumping up and down and waving his arms like a freak, still, Deuce can't find us.
So the first song starts, and he is NOT singing, looks completely forlorn, so I send Spawn down to the doorway (where there is actual light) to grab Deuce's attention. He does.
He comes back up, Deuce can't find us, again!
Needless to say, Spawn and I hung by the doorway for the entire program, so Deuce could look upon us anytime he pleased, and would sing his little heart out.
Oh yeah, The Hub stayed home. He hates these things as well, so why should both of us suffer? It should be me, right? So now I look like the tired, chubby single mother, instead of the tired, chubby mother with the hot husband. Thanks for that. Cause we all know we feel sexier with eye candy on our arms, right Girls? (and Stacy?) hee hee
Back to stripper-mom...
First of all, she had a Latte, and it clearly states all over the fucking place NO FOOD OR DRINK! So I'm already pissed cause I don't have a latte.
She is wearing, I shit you not, extremely high heeled boots, tight black jeans (pegged ankles, ew) and glittery belt that was so fucking long it hung down her crotch, like we needed something to draw our eyes to the camel toe that nested there, a belly button ring (oh yes, I could see it) and a shirt that that was about 3 inches long, from the tops of her nipples to the bottom of her breasts. At a school function?!!?
Really???
Agh, gawd.
Oh, one more thing, parents of toddlers are completely fucking rude, pushing and shoving to get to their kid first. Me included.
Can I just tell you, I had an emotional rollercoaster 3 days at work (as you've seen below) and I just wanted to sit at home tonight and watch movies and veg out, but no...
I even tried to talk him out of going!!! How horrible is that? I hate sitting in an auditorium (Yes, they hold they're programs at the high school arts center, because so many fucking people show up for these things!)with all the soccer moms and cubscout den-bitches and strippers (apparently, from the way they dress, but I'll touch on that later...) who have kids my age. It completely sucks.
Don't get me wrong, I love my children dearly, but I would much rather they sing to me from the comfort of home, rather that have to catch their eye in an auditorium full of people, worried that if they don't see me they might think I left.
Oh, yes, that is what happened tonight.
Deuce comes out and is looking frantically for us, Spawn (11 YO) is shouting his name, jumping up and down and waving his arms like a freak, still, Deuce can't find us.
So the first song starts, and he is NOT singing, looks completely forlorn, so I send Spawn down to the doorway (where there is actual light) to grab Deuce's attention. He does.
He comes back up, Deuce can't find us, again!
Needless to say, Spawn and I hung by the doorway for the entire program, so Deuce could look upon us anytime he pleased, and would sing his little heart out.
Oh yeah, The Hub stayed home. He hates these things as well, so why should both of us suffer? It should be me, right? So now I look like the tired, chubby single mother, instead of the tired, chubby mother with the hot husband. Thanks for that. Cause we all know we feel sexier with eye candy on our arms, right Girls? (and Stacy?) hee hee
Back to stripper-mom...
First of all, she had a Latte, and it clearly states all over the fucking place NO FOOD OR DRINK! So I'm already pissed cause I don't have a latte.
She is wearing, I shit you not, extremely high heeled boots, tight black jeans (pegged ankles, ew) and glittery belt that was so fucking long it hung down her crotch, like we needed something to draw our eyes to the camel toe that nested there, a belly button ring (oh yes, I could see it) and a shirt that that was about 3 inches long, from the tops of her nipples to the bottom of her breasts. At a school function?!!?
Really???
Agh, gawd.
Oh, one more thing, parents of toddlers are completely fucking rude, pushing and shoving to get to their kid first. Me included.
posted by The Mayor @1/24/2006 08:40:00 PM
2 Comments:
No it doesn't make you a bad parent! Other people's rules don't apply to everyone! And in answer to your question...Right!
What a dumb whore!
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