Mother of the Year Submission!

Alert the committee! I have this year’s award sewn up!  Don’t even think that you’ve got a shot at it.  Puh-lease…I’m measuring my head for the MOTY tiara right now.

Earlier today, I got all over my 12 year old (in front of the neighbors) for flopping all over the couch and being dramatic in the way only a pre-teen boy can be.

“Are you sick?” I grilled him. “No? Then knock it off. What is wrong with you today?”

Imagine that at least 20 times interspersed with his protestations that he is fine followed by a heavy sigh. I finally sent him to his room because “You’re starting to tick me off with the flopping and the sighing.  Go to bed until you can figure out how to behave in front of people.”

Don’t you wish you’d had such a loving mother?

102.7

That was his temp.  The kid has a crazy sky high fever and I’m all up in his chili about flopping around.  Go to bed!!!!!!!!  For all that is holy, you’re sick!  Go to bed!

I’m going to sit here and drown my guilt in fresh, warm tortillas and wait for the committee to call.