Disclaimer: I suggest you take a deep breath before reading this post because it breaks all the rules about run-on sentences. Also, it is not intended for smokers. Or anyone who has just climbed seven flights of stairs.
Happy Friday Eve!
I probably shouldn’t be writing right now. Mostly because my blood sugar is low from forgetting to eat today but partly because I’m running on hamster fumes and it’s no secret that the hamster can’t be trusted.
And while common sense is telling me not to write, guess what I’m doing? If you guessed, “writing anyway” you’ve just proven that you may know me better than I know myself. This makes me feel close to you AND scares the bejeezus out of me.
So this is what I need to talk to you about today, awesome readers:
You know how sometimes your kids will tell you about what they want to be when they grow up and you’re like, “that’s nice” and “you can be anything you want” because they’re two and even if they say that they want to be a butler to SpongeBob Squarepants or a dragon slayer you KNOW that there’s still plenty of time for them to change their minds?
Well, lately my teenagers have been talking to me a lot about their plans for the summer (even though it feels like summer MAY NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN) and how they’re looking forward to getting jobs. JOBS.
Suddenly I need them to be toddlers again so that I can go back to planning for their summer day camp, NOT helping them prepare their resumes. Why? Because I was a teenager at their age and while high school is one kind of scary, a teen with an income is a whole other bottle of wine – one that we’re not ready for.
Why, you ask?
Because possibly I’ve been traumatized by all the dumbass things Justin Bieber has been doing since he’s become a singer and while I KNOW that being a successful pop star has nothing to do with the summer jobs my kids are aiming for (doughnut anyone?), I can’t help but wonder where I went wrong because I like to be prepared and if there’s a teenager-with-an-income-driven disaster in our future, I need to get a head start on my worrying about it.
Also, it’s possible that I just need to go eat something.