Apologies, apologies. I should have posted something eons ago.
I know there are people out there with a laser-like focus–the kind who are raising the next president all while working full-time, serving up leek tarts, volunteering regularly, going to school on the side, and writing a novel in their spare time.
It’s not like that over here.
Now that summer vacation is underway for the two smallest people in my house, it has become nigh impossible to coax a coherent paragraph or two out of the day.
Instead, I’m sending warm greetings from Camp Beret.
Bad Parenting 101 
Bad mama! Actually you win points for caring for your children and not deserting them for the vicarious thrills of blogging. Better to have them love you than readers liking you!
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Even so, I’m sure my kids will think of plenty of other reasons to dislike me in the coming years. Isn’t that the job of older children?
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They do seem very ready and able to find fault with us. Hey, I still harbour grudges against my mother (long departed) though I am finally (at age 62) realising she just did her best as I have done with my boys. It is an absurd conundrum that we expect our parents to be, effectively, superhuman and then berate them because they can’t attain that standard. But when we become parents we get offended because our own kids find the same faults with us. Go figure! But I do know that if you pout them first and centre, they’ll eventually realise just how much they do love you. Have a wonderful day, mate!
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