I’ve been saving up for a while now.
Not for my New York trip, which I probably should be saving for seeing as I plan to spend an entire day at Bloomingdale’s; and not for marriage counseling, which we might need if Ali doesn’t stop shoving his socks under the couch.
No, the truth is that I’ve been saving for Maya’s therapy fund instead.
After yelling, “If you don’t buckle down and start learning how to add yellow school buses, you will never graduate kindergarten,” today, I fully accept that I am beyond the point of no return.
I realize my shortcomings but I also realize I cannot stop myself. I have made peace with this because I have faith that Maya’s shrink will eventually reset her psyche to where it should be.
What I am not at peace with is Ali further corrupting Maya’s delicate mental state by putting her through Xbox Kinect Bootcamp.
Since Ali brought home his latest toy last Friday, he has done nothing but yell at Maya:
“Why aren’t you listening to me? Jump…JUMP! If you hide, it can’t see you. IT CANNOT SEE YOU! Stand farther back. FARTHER! If you don’t listen to me you are going to lose. Do you hear me? LOSE! Face the sensor. Face it!”
After this weekend’s bootcamp, I think I need to take on a second job because Maya’s shrink and/or bail is going to be a lot higher than I anticipated. And all because of an Xbox.
It all boils down to this – everything is Ali’s fault. Per usual.