I cannot abide a pity party.
Unless it's mine.
I don't have one very often and I don't stay too long, but sometimes I have one.
Lately, I have had a BAD case of the crankies.
I have hurled myself on the bed and had a good cry. I have put my hands on my hips, made a mad face and stomped my foot. I've made fists and said "Humph! and "Grrrrrr!".
You see, I am not ready to be an "empty-nester". (insert whiny voice)
Three of my babies have left the nest and the fourth is counting the days until it's her turn.
It's just not fair.
My cruel, cruel children.
Come back and I won't care if you mess up the kitchen making cookies.
I won't care if I am in the bathroom and you come in to ask me a question and all your little friends follow you.
I won't care if I give you my very last dollar so you can buy more (fill in the blank).
I won't care that I have to call the neighbor to tell them their child has seen me in my underwear....again....because you forget to knock on the door.
I won't care if you dirty every surface/dish/piece of clothing you own.
I won't make you find what stinks in your room and get rid of it.
I won't make you only pick three books for me to read to you.
I will cook whatever you want for dinner....even if it means I make four different choices....one for each of you.
I won't make you have a bedtime/curfew.
I won't make you practice spelling words.
I won't kiss you in public.
Just. come. back.
I want to be very clear though.
IF you don't come back, I will be forced to find new children.
Then you'll be sorry.
I'll give you until the count of ten.....