The cat days of Summer
Summer 2018: The cat days of summer.
I know the phrase is really "The dog days of summer," but cat just seems more fitting around here.
Not trying to make any enemies, because I'm not exactly a dog fanatic, but I'm DEFINITELY not a cat person. Canines are more loyal, predictable, and friendly- while cats can be moody and antisocial. They will purr at you one second and then claw your eyes out the next second.
Welcome to my summer.
I'm the cat.
Last Friday was a real parenting low for me. Looking back, I can't even remember the details of what set me off, though I am still 1000% sure that it involved sibling fighting. Someone give me a whistle and some umpire stripes, or I'm not going to survive these children.
The incident happened while I was on my way out the door. I had been home with the kids all day long, which only lends itself to full feline-ness. I was headed out to see a few patients for work and used my exit as a chance to deliver my angry monologue. The beginning lines were non-decsript and not Oscar worthy, but my big finish was the screamed phrase: "I"M SO TIRED OF BEING TREATED LIKE CRAP BY MY CHILDREN!!!!!!"
Now, in our family, "crap" is considered a bad word. One might think that my use of this word, especially in the context of such a violent tone, would be enough to scare my kids straight. One might think that one of them would step forward as the spokesperson for all the others and say, "Momma we repent. We are truly sorry for all our fighting, arguing, back talk, picky eating, bed wetting, drama, and generalized ungratefulness."
But no.
Instead, one voice, barely audible, whispered under their breath, "Ooooh... she said crap."
Commence eye clawing.
In a turn of events, we spent the next day laughing and playing at the pool for 3 hours followed by lots and lots of lounging at home. All day long they shared, thanked, helped, yes ma'am-ed, and peed only in the potty. (Honestly, probably the pool too.)
And me?
Well, obviously, I purred.
Welcome to my cat days of summer.
I know the phrase is really "The dog days of summer," but cat just seems more fitting around here.
Not trying to make any enemies, because I'm not exactly a dog fanatic, but I'm DEFINITELY not a cat person. Canines are more loyal, predictable, and friendly- while cats can be moody and antisocial. They will purr at you one second and then claw your eyes out the next second.
Welcome to my summer.
I'm the cat.
Last Friday was a real parenting low for me. Looking back, I can't even remember the details of what set me off, though I am still 1000% sure that it involved sibling fighting. Someone give me a whistle and some umpire stripes, or I'm not going to survive these children.
The incident happened while I was on my way out the door. I had been home with the kids all day long, which only lends itself to full feline-ness. I was headed out to see a few patients for work and used my exit as a chance to deliver my angry monologue. The beginning lines were non-decsript and not Oscar worthy, but my big finish was the screamed phrase: "I"M SO TIRED OF BEING TREATED LIKE CRAP BY MY CHILDREN!!!!!!"
Now, in our family, "crap" is considered a bad word. One might think that my use of this word, especially in the context of such a violent tone, would be enough to scare my kids straight. One might think that one of them would step forward as the spokesperson for all the others and say, "Momma we repent. We are truly sorry for all our fighting, arguing, back talk, picky eating, bed wetting, drama, and generalized ungratefulness."
But no.
Instead, one voice, barely audible, whispered under their breath, "Ooooh... she said crap."
Commence eye clawing.
In a turn of events, we spent the next day laughing and playing at the pool for 3 hours followed by lots and lots of lounging at home. All day long they shared, thanked, helped, yes ma'am-ed, and peed only in the potty. (Honestly, probably the pool too.)
And me?
Well, obviously, I purred.
Welcome to my cat days of summer.



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