Add it to the book.

OK, I take the blame. One hundred percent. Totally. Me oculpa. I forgot. I did not remind the child to, once again, set his alarm last night (see a previous post). Why should HE bear the blame for sleeping late?!! Sheesh! I need a personal assistant.
So, the child barely had time to get dressed and out the door to catch the bus. Meaning he didn't eat breakfast and grabbed a bag of Goldfish for lunch. Yum. Again, my fault because I should have remembered -- what? Let's all say it together .....
each day is a new day!!!!
So, he probably flunked the math test he had today because he had no energy, protein or even sugar in his system. And if he flunks the test he'll probably flunk the class, flunk the year, never graduate, never go to college or go to work wearing a white collar (like he wants to do THAT anyway). All because of me. As I have told (and will continue to tell) each of the 6 of them, "Add it to the book." Oh, I'm no fool - of course at least one of them will write a book. I know that my name will be drug through the mud because of how I totally screwed up their future abilities to function in the outside world. I encourage them to do it! In fact, I sometimes suggest topics that should be considered for entire chapters! Such chapters should be entitled, "How my mom screwed up my high school existence by not letting me date until I was 16"; "How my mom made certain that I had no social life by not letting me go to R rated movies with my friends"; oh .... and then there's the biggest chapter, "How my mom participated in breaking child labor laws by making me do my own laundry". That last one may be a whole book all by itself. You'd think we lived in Cambodia and I owned a sweat shop. Actually ..... I wonder how much money one could make by moving one's family to Cambodia and opening up a sweat shop? Hmmmmmmm..........