For Mother’s Day I had visions of sharing some sweet parenting stories with you. You know, things that would put me on a nice motherly pedestal with the likes of June Cleaver and the Brady Bunch mom. Alas, when it comes to day-to-day mothering, my life is more reality TV than sitcom.
Let me use this year’s Spring Break to illustrate my point. The vacation lasted not just one week, but a week and a day. Yes, I was counting; even June Cleaver probably counted. On this extra day off, a feud that had been building all week between Daughter Hatfield and Son McCoy came to a head.
I had spent the bulk of the day in my attic office on the phone with Comcast, trying to figure out why all my business email was being bounced and declared as SPAM. If you’ve ever dealt with anything similarly frustrating, you can guess I was not in the greatest frame of mind.