Oct 14 2008
Snot Nosed Punks
Yes, I am talking about my kids. Being way too literal if you must know.
The boys are fighting yet another bug. Dripping mucous out of their faces and complaining more than any child has a right to. It happens.
Unfortunately illnesses always seem to manifest themselves when my husband is away at work for a whopping 24 hours. So while he is on call, I am “on call”, tending to middle of the night rousings because a congested toddler can’t breathe through his nose, or a hapless five year old is having a coughing fit. It’s goes with the territory.
My toddler actually woke predawn this morning while my husband was getting ready for work, so it’s been a long unproductive day.
The teen on the other hand, has no health issues to speak of, yet she also falls into the category of snot nosed punk today, mainly because of her sourpuss attitude. Surliness and door slammingess among her talents. I gave her some room. It was either that or sit on her chest and pummel some sense in to her. I restrained myself, don’t worry.
Later, when she was reasonable, she talked about a strained friendship and her disappointment that she and another girl were drifting apart. I lent a sympathetic ear, then shook an unsympathetic finger.
Being frustrated is one thing, projecting your anger at an already worn out maternal figure is something else. Know what I mean?
