we left her. again.
In keeping with our goal to win Parents of the Year, Ali and I dropped Maya at her grandparents. Again.
So we could escape to New York for a few days. Again.
Prior to our departure, I put on my dictator-hat and shared a few rules that I wanted Maya to adhere to over Spring Break:
- Make sure you change out of your pajamas. Every day. No excuses.
- Have a fruit or vegetable with every meal. And no, French fries don’t count. And no, I don’t care if potatoes are a vegetable.
- Don’t forget to finish your social studies project before the week is over. Yes I packed it in your bag. No, I don’t care if it’s not due until April 5th.
- No more than 30 minutes of TV a day. And only things that are on the DVR. I don’t want you watching commercials and asking me for things like Pop Tarts and Lunchables.
- And while we’re on the subject of food? No cake for breakfast. I mean it.
I’m not sure why I bother with my list of instructions seeing as Maya will basically do the opposite of all of the above. I know it and she knows it.
And apparently Ali knows it. Because the only thing he told her before we left was as follows: “I set up the Xbox in the living room. Make sure you use it. It was a lot of work to get it connected.”
On the bright side, at least the Xbox will get her out of bed?