i had a good time with Stella and Amelia yesterday. Especially doing art projects, water color and zen tangle. At McDonald’s I got the girls an ice cream. Amelia dropped hers upside down on the floor. She picked it up and ate what was left. I ignored it. When it was time to leave, we decided to use the restroom first. Amelia stepped firmly onto the pile of ice cream on the floor and made for the bathroom. As we left I was brave and looked back. There was a cute trail of ice cream footprints from the table to the bathroom and out the door. And a lady with a big mop shaking her head.
Richard got FIRED!!!!! His prospects for a new job and life are good but I took this a personal affront. Because he is my child. He is collecting various ways to say you’re fired and composing a poem. His goal is 30.
My sixth oldest child got fired
Even though he is smart and admired
I don’t like that guy
Want to punch his right eye
For what has unfairly transpired!
Hey! My son isnt crying all
He appears to be having a ball!
Having lunch with his friends
Witty poems he has penned
It’s me that’s that making that squall
Don’t ever wound one of my kids
My emotions go off of the grids
I’m angry and sad
Protecting my lad
Tomorrow I’ll put on the skids.
For some odd genetic reason anyone else can get hurt and yeah, I can scrape up a little empathy. If it’s someone who’s genes are half mine, I experience pain. I think it might be universal. If you have a couple of kids you’ll experience it. If you have 7 kids, it takes up a good share of your life, and so far nothing helps.
Saturday, January 12, 2019
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