My kids and I joke a lot about my past. I talk about it and they laugh. Probably because I am one of those people who swore I would NEVER be caught saying, "When I was your age..."
Yet I do. I say it. All. The. Time.
I feel the words roll of my tongue as I watch the kids roll their eyes... I tell you, I can't help it. Life WAS hard-walking to school and back; 2 hours trudging uphill both ways in 14 feet of snow and pouring rain without shoes OR breakfast....(the stories grow more and more pathetic every time) Who could make that stuff up?
Today's growing tale was about jobs.
Me: You know, when I was your age I had already had a job for 2 years. I HAD to work. I worked full time AND carried a full load at college. I sold Avon on the side, did my household chores, had a boyfriend and STILL had time to study and get straight As... (almost. shhhh.)
The daughter: (rolling those beautiful brown eyes) You forgot that you fed the whales AND the homeless in your spare time...
The youngest: You fed homeless whales?
Help me. I need a parenting class. ASAP. When has someone telling you about their past EVER made you rethink how you will live your life? Not often, I'm sure.
Don't yell at me. I know I have to stop doing that. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to find a charity who works really hard at finding living spaces for sea-mammals.
Tell me, where was your very first paycheck-paying job? How old were you? What did you do?
Happy Tuesday, friends :)