Name Your Kids Boomerang . . . for they will return!

I don’t think our generation was this dependent on our parents. We couldn’t wait to get the hell OUT of the house! Now my sons seem to crash land here when things get tough and seem to like being here. I must make it less comfortable. I should not have bought groceries today. If you feed them, they’ll never leave . . . or is that stray dogs? Probably both. As mothers, that’s one of our first concerns, isn’t it? “Are you hungry”. Mine will say no and then I still tell them what’s in the fridge. Maybe I should take all the food out and watch when they open it and see it empty. That would be a funny sight. Their faces, ha ha. I’m turning into a mean old woman.

I considered quoting Shakespeare “Now is the winter of our discontent”, but see that it really means “The time of unhappiness is past”. I thought it meant it’s winter time and I’m discontent again. My high school English teacher – yeah, it’s his fault I am confused as to the meaning. Or maybe it’s apropos? (Learned how to spell that word just now. I learn many things every day.)

I’ve learned that my first role in life is mother. If you’re one of my kids and have a problem, give me a call. Two heads are better than one, etc. No, I’m not busy . . . just headed out the door to get my broken arm set (figurative – don’t take everything I say literally). I have all the time in the world. Of course you can come here. What’s that? You have 3 dogs now and 4 cats? Sure, go ahead and bring them.

What was that other quote I read one time? “Insanity is inherited. You get it from your children.”

I did not get the nesting instinct just before giving birth so that I could make a nest and not have children in it. . . even grown children who need a helping hand in today’s economy. I just didn’t realize they’d be frequent fliers.


About msplayful

I am someone who finds life humorous and often share my views with friends and co-workers. Since I've been told I should be a stand-up comedian, I thought I'd see how well I could do at writing funny things that happen, or that happen in my head.
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