Since our duo became a trio almost seventeen years ago,
we’ve had a running joke around here about the Mother of the Year award. Thing is, I’m prone to pulling some doozies
as my mom would say, which is how the notion of the award came about. While I don’t remember now what I did that
caused us to coin the phrase all those years ago, I’m sure it was either shockingly
impressive or completely ridiculous. Brilliance
or incompetence. There’s rarely anything
in between with me.
The kiddo received his first speeding ticket today, which is
to say he’s grounded and his truck is parked indefinitely, which means I’m
headed back to the carpool line…
It’s also how I found myself sitting on the side of the road
shouting “Let me tell you something, mister.
I don’t offer fifteen million chances.
I’m not Jesus!” at the top of my lungs at 415pm on an otherwise quiet
Tuesday afternoon. #MOTY2018
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