Tuesday, July 24, 2012
What my kids don't realize is...
Spending every moment of the summer with them isn't a picnic for me either.
I don't live to nag at them.
I don't nag at them because I don't like them.
Because I couldn't be bothered nagging someone I don't care about.
Because I actually hate nagging.
So I save that for the ones I love.
So therefore, by simple logic, it should be obvious that I love them.
Because I care enough to nag the very, very best.
I'm glad that they are finally in bed so I can take off these painful mittens and let my tentacles breathe.
And now I'll take this moment to apologize to my alien parents for ever having been a teenager.
Yes, mine truly were aliens.
Cause they're Canadian.