I know it’s Sunday and you were expecting my typical Sunday Regurgitation post but we had Helena’s birthday parties yesterday, one for her friends and the other for family, and I am plain tuckered out. It’s the wee hours of Sunday morning as I write this and my brain clocked out at midnight because I refused to pay it overtime. I’m expecting to hear from its union rep any minute now. But in the meantime:
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My youngest, Helena, is now nine years old. Riddle me this: how is it that my children age one year with each passing calendar year while I age approximately ten?
My eldest, Zoe, is going to turn sixteen years old next year and is consumed with calculating the minutes until the day she gets her license a/k/a the day I lose every strand of hair I own. I have already made her watch this video.
I must warn you, this video is graphic. But I’m glad I watched it and I wish every person who even thought of texting while driving would watch it. As a parent of an imminent teenage driver who can no longer communicate without her thumbs, my heart hurt throughout this video.
I was planning on making Zoe watch this video every single day for the rest of her life, but then realized that she’d most likely get desensitized after about a week. Kind of like how she listens to the Jonas Brothers now without throwing up. So now I’m thinking of inflicting a little blunt force trauma to her head during breakfast every morning so that she suffers from temporary bouts of amnesia on a daily basis. That way, every time she watches this video over her morning Cheerios, it will be the first time.
What do you think?
Watch the video. Then tell me if you think it’s worth a little assault and battery.
In the meantime, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find a dull heavy object and hurl it at Zoe’s head.