The Mother Of The Year Award Goes To ....

     ... Apparently not to me. It would appear that I have been harbouring under the illusion, that despite what I admit to in my blog (and all the rest that I don't) I have more than adequate parenting skills. My children beg to differ.

     I insist our children do chores. I am always ready to chime in with the old "When I was your age ...." to make the point that I had to endure so much more in my life. The request to empty the dishwasher, feed the dog, or heaven forbid clean the bathroom, is often met with incredulous looks and the sort of horror you would expect from bamboo shoots jammed under their fingernails.

     Another bone of contention is that I although I am happy to frequent McDonald's on occasion, I am not prepared to make it a regular hangout and sometimes my kids will just have to sit down and eat a home cooked meal. I may sound like Gordon Ramsay when I am in the kitchen, but there is where any resemblance ends. I am a reasonable cook, so I hardly think it is necessary for Grady to go through the grimaces, gagging noises and general all around impression that I have served up a side order of Cyanide every time I expect hm to eat - wait for it - his vegetables. The horror.

     I was probably in my 40s before I got my first cell phone, so I'm not sure why my son feels he is entitled to one at the tender age if 12. None of his friends have one, so what exactly is he planning on doing with it if he got one ? Regardless, I am a bad mother because I won't shell out a pile of money so he can use it as an excuse to thumb his nose at his sister.

     On the subject of phones, Lindsay who plagued me for months to get her a Blackberry (back when Blackberry's were "in") had it for a few short weeks until she changed her mind and wanted an I-Phone. I however know my daughter, and had insisted the said Blackberry was insured. That is why she is on her third or maybe fourth such model after the previous devices fell down the stairs and into the toilet. Separate occasions that is, not all at once. The fact that her father has a brand new fancy I-Phone for work and really couldn't care less about it, has riled Lindsay up even more. 

      All things considered, I think my children have it pretty easy. I could certainly make life harder for them if I tried, but I haven't given up my dream of that ever elusive award.