to be my kids.
Some days, it would be great to be Christian. School with friends. Home to play on the internet or dig in the back yard. No bad-hair days. No worries of what to wear in the morning (camo or camo?). Breakfast and lunch made for me when i come downstairs. Chauffeured to school most every day. No worries of being to fat/thin, tall/short, ugly/pretty. Easy.
Lately, though, i've come to appreciate that being Alessandra is the way to go.
Time in the morning to do hair/make-up to be the gorgeous girl. Breakfast/lunch made for me when i come downstairs. Chauffeured to school nearly every day (and can whine if running a bit close to time). My own truck at age 16 to drive myself and my friends (and occasionally my brother) here, there and everywhere. Great classes at school in which i can get college credit without having to leave my high school and my friends. Freedom to go out with friends just about any time that i want. No need to work for $$-- paid to go to school over the summer. Laundry that arrives folded in my room so that i don't even have to take the clothes out of the basket (actually, both kids have this benefit).
But, the best of all, someone else to blame when things do not go exactly as i want.
For example, this morning, after waking at 0545 to do her hair and make-up, get dressed and get cute, Alessandra descended to the kitchen to say that she was going to wake Christian so that i could then drive them to school. I reminded her that i was NOT driving today but instead cleaning and.......it's my fault that she doesn't have time to eat breakfast because she has to catch the bus. My fault that she has time to do her hair/make-up/clothes and listen to music but not enough time to eat breakfast. My fault.
She barely had time to grab the hummus roll-up/Hershey bar/sliced carrot-and-dip and animal crax lunch that i'd already prepared and a chocolate granola bar (her favorite) for breakfast.
The pain! The agony! The grumpy slamming of the door on the way out! The drama!!
Off to do that cleaning. Woo hoo.
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