Monday, April 28, 2008

Hi Monday

One of my delightful and lovely children is currently in meltdown over a back pack.

She or He is packing for a 3-day trip on the ocean on a big sailing ship, but rather than being excited and cheerful, she or he is throwing a massive fit. Over a backpack. Because it's the wrong color.

I even invited she or he to purchase themselves a new backpack with their own money but for haven's sake to stop the freaking crying over a backpack. But, of course, I am not being sympathetic to the color dilemma. Because I am old and cannot possibly understand the importance of color in one's packing decisions.

I must look into extending that trip from 3 days to 7.
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5 comments:

Mom said...

Hmmm. Just more of the joys of motherhood - and the delights of grandmotherhood. Its called PAYBACK!! It seems that I remember a similar tantrum when a daughter did not get the right logo on her sweatshirt when she was a teenager. (:

April 28, 2008 at 3:59 PM
frizzlefry said...

I know. Marnie could be so hard to live with!

April 28, 2008 at 5:35 PM
Mom said...

If only it had been just her. With three of you, I was quite outnumbered. So, you really do have my sympathy, with five to deal with.

April 28, 2008 at 8:03 PM
The Katzbox said...

Wow...crying over a backpack seems pointless when there is all that spilled milk to be wept for.

April 30, 2008 at 8:29 AM
Heather said...

This very same scenario has played out in my house as well.
And I'm pretty sure I did this to my own parents too. The good news is that we tend to grow out of it...at least I hope I did.

May 1, 2008 at 8:00 AM

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