Yup, it’s true. 37 years old, and Mom still is the boss, well sort of, she doesn’t technically give me a paycheck but she does meet with me quarterly and give me performance reviews…”Yes, Jill, this quarter you need improvement in the housecleaning department- have you seen those cobwebs?”
JUST KIDDING- Don’t send the hate mail to her just yet!
We were talking on the phone this morning and I was mentioning to her that it does seem like we eat an awful lot of junk here, I make it seem like my children’s daily food pyramid is split between blueberry muffin, glazed donut, and chocolate frosted munchkins…mmm that does sound good doesn’t it… as I sit here and eat a greek yogurt…
Perhaps, I paint a picture of me and the girls sitting at the familiar orange and brown chairs almost every day. Gee, now that I think about it Arianna has recently been asking for everything orange lately. I thought she was just drawn to the cheery color but I think it’s Dunkin Donuts on her brain! It may appear that we are at the donut store all of the time! She agreed- Oh no! That’s all I needed to have me running to the computer to change the picture and the title! Grandma rules!
Upon reflecting on this I did sort of get a little carried away with the donut stories. It’s not like my goal is to create sugar crazed, attention deficit children who are fueled by grease and sprinkles…mmm, sprinkles- they have this new donut called birthday cake and it looked so….SNAP OUT OF IT! Focus – clearly I’m the one with the attention problem.
The thing is going to the donut store is actually a break for me…I get a coffee (another problem I need to work on).
And the kids have someplace warm to go, they are happy, I don’t have a mess to clean up, and they are contained to the confines of the store. Gia bought her first item there, she gave the man two dollars, and the clerk put the change she was owed in the big tip cup. Can you believe that? Taking advantage of children right in front of me…
You see, we have even learned about life at the donut shop. That morning was educational in two ways, counting and making sure you get what you deserve!
But I do think it’s time to give it a rest. Surely, I can come up with other outings for us…
Riiing, Riiing. “Hi Grandma- were heeeere!” Ahh, my Mom’s house where a kid can be a kid- oh wait – that’s Chuck E. Cheese
It’s more like Grandma’s house- where a mommy can stop being a mommy and get a hug and be 13 again. And maybe raid the fridge, steal some leftovers, and wham- dinner is served!