Middle Aged Treehouse

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Friday, January 27, 2006

Shaft wasn't the only bad mother —

Actually, today I am feeling like the bad mother of the Mommie Dearest/ Mama Rose sort.

You know you have much to be thankful for when your biggest complaint about your child is that you thought she could have written a better bio for her high school musical.

I need to stop micro managing certain aspects of my children's lives.

Other parents worry about their children sneaking out, failing their classes, wrecking the car.

Me, I feel I must say something to my child regarding why she thanked the choir teacher and not the drama teacher. (Why did she do that, I still wonder?)

Note to myself: stop it!


Blogger Script Tease said...

You definitely need flogging. Call in the lettuce trucks! Bring on the tomates! Now toss her! Toss her good!

11:24 AM  
Blogger Siobhan said...

I know the feeling. Lucky for me, I have several friends who smack me right back down to earth when I get all caught up in this stuff. Friends whose kids are on probation and dating guys from San Quentin won't tolerate too much of my neuroses!

5:37 PM  

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