10. Sometimes when I say I have to go to bed early, it is just an excuse to get away from you and read in bed. 9. Sometimes when I say I have to go to bed early but I am really just going upstairs to read in bed, I don't even read anything. It is enough just to get away from you. 8. Sometimes, when you accuse me of never answering my phone I think, "Gosh, what if they were trying to reach me with some kind of emergency?" And then I laugh so hard. 7. Sometimes when you call or text me with food requests and poster board emergencies, my second thought is "I should really be grateful that poster board and spicy chicken cravings are what pass for emergencies in my family." But my first thought is usually, "Are you fucking kidding me? How much poster board can one family need?" Because seriously. How much poster board can one family need? 6. I only go to the grocery store when we are out of wine or olives. And sometimes capers. I know you already knew about the wine and the olives. Now I'm just coming clean about the capers. 5. You know how when you text me from college, or work or high school gym class just to be sure that I got your previous five texts asking me to look for your wallet, mail your retainer ASAP!, buy poster board or pick you up from school because you forgot that your period comes every single month? I don't really mind that much. 4. We really do have a money tree in the backyard. I just told you we didn't so I wouldn't have to explain the real reason we take so few family vacations. Also, picking money is hard work. 3. Remember that time when the tooth fairy left you nothing and I explained that your tooth value was tied to a weighted commodity futures index fund that also included agricultural products, oil and metals? That was not entirely true. 2. Remember how when you were little and your father and I said we had to go through all of your Halloween candy to be sure it was okay to eat and then it turned out that none of the Twizzlers and only about a third of the Snickers bars were safe to eat? Your father ate all of the Snickers. 1. It might seem like I complain about you a lot, but the truth is, I wouldn't trade you for
anything many things.
from the archives: Parenting is an art and we are all out of poster board
I absolutely LOVE it!
And some of my confessions "might" be exactly the same.
Posted by: Gigi | February 27, 2014 at 03:26 PM
Posted by: Helene Cohen Bludman | February 28, 2014 at 03:14 AM
Very funny! And absolutely true. My confession is "I actually don't mind driving you to school if you miss the bus, but feel like I have to pretend to be annoyed or you'll end up irresponsible, jobless and living in a refrigerator box." Looking forward to meeting you at Erma.
Posted by: Lisa | February 28, 2014 at 05:08 AM
So many confessions, so little remorse.
I wish I was going. (Erma Bombeck writing conference) I discovered all of you after it was already sold out. Next year...
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | February 28, 2014 at 05:20 AM
In my world, confession #1 relates directly to confession #6. Throw in a brick of aged cheddar and it's a done deal.
Posted by: Miss Spoken | March 13, 2014 at 10:01 AM
Pray we never have to choose between cheese and our family members.
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | March 14, 2014 at 06:37 AM