One of my greatest talents is my ability to suck the fun out of any situation.
For example, when Maya and Ali chase each other through the house every evening, screaming bloody murder, I scream back that our child-hating neighbor is going to call the police and that I’m not going to care when the cops take them both away because I’ll finally enjoy some peace and quiet.
Yeah, I’m not sure why I can’t just enjoy the fact that they’re spending “quality time” together either.
Anyway my Ramadan-observing, reflective self decided to look into the error of my ways. And I realized that my talent is borne of my inherent need for Control and Order, my irritation at my husband and child’s total disregard for civility, my general lack of patience, and the fact that if I’m not going to be the responsible one in this family, there will be total chaos.
So now that I’ve identified my latest shortcoming, I’ve decided to try to remedy it. This means that I will try my hardest not to assign Maya a page from her Brain Quest workbook to snap her out of a never-ending episode of the giggles. (Not sure why the uncontrollable laughing pushes me over the edge. Anybody else?)
I’m also going to stop remarking, “I guess dinner is going to magically appear on the table, all on it’s own,” as Ali sits in front of the TV watching hours upon hours of the Top Gear.
And finally, I’m going to stop worrying that “The Experts” are right and that this blog – something I started for absolutely no reason other than to have fun making fun of Ali and Maya – is going to lose readership now that I no longer have time to post on a consistent schedule.
So if my traffic goes down because I blog when I have time instead of every Tuesday and Friday at 12:01 am? I think I’ll survive.