“My children are the most ungrateful so and so’s on the face of the earth”, is what I was thinking as I stood in line at the cinemas waiting for my much-earned English breakfast tea with one sugar, designed to soothe my frazzled nerves and prevent me from reaching for mindless handfuls of movie popcorn during the latest kids flick I was being forced to see.
Don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against Alvin…and the Chipmunks…and the Chipettes. It’s just that I would love to be sitting down to any other movie.
Being a good mother and all that, I instead booked tickets to see the latest Alvin movie with my three offspring. I was excited to take them. They had laughed and squealed in delight during the preview a couple of months before when we were watching the previews before …
Again, not my first choice.
We left the house in what I thought were reasonably good spirits and it wasn’t until I was halfway down the driveway that I noticed my oldest was in a stinky mood. What I should have done was drive straight back up that driveway, herd them all inside and close the door, claiming a disease outbreak at our local cinema, thus maintaining my good mum status. Instead I figured he’d cheer up once we got there.
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