the BEST part about our kids going to camp in north carolina is the opportunity for purchasing cheerwine on our sojourn to the mountains. we buy a case for each kid (and one for mom) and then try to ration our cheerwine consumption over the next year.
so this year, all on his own, maxx came up with a cheerwine chart. with little cheerwines to take off and add under your name whenever you indulge.
they may never go to harvard. they may never keep their rooms neat. they may grow up to be the kind of people who don’t make their bed everyday. they may never write a pulitzer prize winning anything. they may grow up to be even GREATER failures than their mother. they may move as far away as possible and talk once a week to an expensive therapist about their mother and all that she did to totally RUIN their lives (and they will have plenty of stuff to talk about). and they may not even become functional members of society....
but my children can make a cool chart.
sigh. sometimes a mother can be proud of those little accomplishments. sometimes it is all she has to go on that she has influenced these children in ANY way at all other than for their detriment.
to celebrate the last night before school began (and by “celebrate” i mean “i cried a little bit”) we made cheerwine floats. they were SUPER yummy and reminded us of all the GREAT tastes of summer.
and then we put our cheerwines on the cheerwine chart. legalistic little chart checkers that we all are.... yes, the therapist might need to cover that one day...
