I'm hiding in my bedroom. Two of the males are playing a video game. ( Another thing I don't get --- why playing a video game involves raising the decibels in the house to all-time highs.) Sigh. I blame myself. I could go in there and insist that they play the game a little more sedately. But heck, they're not fighting, they're not begging me to take them to that stupid-looking ping pong movie and, most importantly, they're not practicing their rock band songs. The drums and bass guitar are silent, for the moment. I'll take the video game yelling.
I'm not the only one hiding. The dh has escaped to the lake to finish our taxes (yes, I know it's September). He goes to greater extremes to hide. The other female adult has escaped to "work". Whatever. The 17 yr old male hasn't really escaped. He's taking the ACT. Wait, he IS incredibly like his father. Maybe this is his extreme way to hide. Hmmmmm, I'll have to confront, I mean, ask him about that when he gets home.
So yes, there are things I blame myself for. Things like the girls' love of theatre and so huge improbability of hanging around heterosexual males. Sigh.
I blame myself for not snuffing out one daughter's delight in shopping for 60's & 70's style clothing at resale shops. She is definitely her own delightful, fun, caring person (even if she's dressed "uniquely").
Again, here's a topic that I could definitely write many posts about. On second thought .... nahhhh. Cuz there are also many things for which I refuse to accept blame. Like one daughter's outrage that her bank cashed a check she wrote 3 months earlier!! She figured if they didn't cash it the money was still hers! Meanwhile, her checks were turning into rubber. Nope, not taking that one.
I'm not taking blame for the reaction of the 17 yr old when I sanely (or so I thought) suggested that he come up with a couple of other choices for college. He was just finishing his sophomore year of high school and was set on one certain school. He looked at me like he was puzzled at my suggestion and said, "It's a little late for that." I was a speechless for a few seconds. I think he has the next 10 years of his life planned out. It'll be interesting to see what God has planned!
And I do NOT blame myself that my vegetarian, work-out loving daughter has high cholesterol at the age of 22. That's what MY mother's for!
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DANG!! It was bad enough getting the blame for Michael's, Dawn's and yours (high cholesterol) but now I have to take the blame for the grandkids' cholesterol levels?!? Bummer.
I read your posts to David (I told you he doesn't read) and he laughed a lot, too. He said to tell you he's now going into the kitchen to open the pantry and leave it open. Actually, he always closes it. Must just be those Texas males!
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