5.24.2007

How Many More Days Until School Starts?

Today was Punkin's last day of school. She's been home for about an hour and a half and is already getting on my nerves.

When I was a kid, my parents didn't spend much time entertaining me. As an only child, I kept busy using my imagination, reading a lot and being creative with art and music. It never even occurred to me to ask my mom to play.

I have to be honest here...playing "school" or some other pretend game just isn't fun for me. I'd rather clip my toenails or read bad fiction. But there's this voice in my head that keeps telling me what a bad mom I am if I don't participate. And I am sure some of you are judging me, horrified that I don't want to indulge in this massive "blessing." You are happiest when pretending to be the school janitor sprinkling that powder stuff on little Billy's regurgitated salisbury steak from lunch.

My hat is off to you, oh perfect parent! Your summer will be so fulfilling that your cup runneth over with exaggerated and condescending joy!

Well, I have to get back to The Jane Austen Book Club in paperback. Peace out.
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P.S. Tracey, I can't find your email address. Email me please!!

6 comments:

Bubba's Sis said...

I must be a bad parent, too, because I have never felt Entertainment Director was part of my duties around here. My kids seem to do OK without me, tho. Thank God for their active imaginations and contentness (is that a word?) to just play by themselves!

Don't get me wrong - we do do things together. Just not all the time. I'm the Mom, not the Play-Friend (was gonna type Playmate but that just didn't look right...).

creechman said...

Bad fiction.

Why do I suddenly feel guilty?

latt├ęgirl said...

I spent the early years "playing" with my only child but am relieved those years are gone. Some days, sitting in the park, pushing him on the swing, I felt almost desperately bored.

I was lucky as a child, though. Four brothers and tons of friends - and yet still, I was happy playing by myself at times, with Barbies or drawing pictures or climbing trees or just reading books. I had a favourite tree in the backyard, a small willow, perfect for a child to climb. I'd go up to the top and "hide" there, spying on all I could see. (Which was never much, really.) To this day I have the ability to be perfectly content alone or socializing.

StaceyG said...

Thanks, Sis. It's nice to know I'm not alone in my boredom! =)

Creech...shall we analyze this guilt??

Lattegirl - I think being alone is good for a lot of creativity. Some people can't stand being by themselves...I feel sorry for them.

Creechman said...

I would analyze guilt, but my whole PLAN for early escape up I45 has gone into the crapper.

Oh, I just didn't think it out. The dryer keeps turning, turning, as if it has all day to grant me the solace of underwear.

And do I have gas in the car? I definitely remember mortgaging my house for a tank.

Craziness. Later.

Bubba's Sis said...

StaceyG - I'm tagging you! See my blog for the survey - answer the questions on your blog, then tag some more people! Have fun!