I love to have fun with my kids. Unfortunately, I also have to do some chores and enforce the rules or we'd be in total chaos around here.
Hence my new title: Chief Executive Meanie.
Somehow my kids just don't appreciate it when I put an end to their efforts to go down the slide on the scooter, or stop them from leaping from bed to bed so no one will end up in the emergency room.
They don't like to delay a trip to the park for 10 minutes while I scrape the remnants of breakfast off the table and get them dressed. Or leave the library so I can get supper in them before them turn into half-starved demons.
Lights out time is greeted with displeasure no matter how many books we read or how many snuggles we have together. Never mind that it's all in the interest of getting them a good night's sleep.
And now that we have reached the age and stage of "I'm mad at you, Mom!" and "I don't like you!" my role as Chief Executive Meanie is more apparent than ever.
I've heard it said that if your child says he or she doesn't like you you're probably doing something right. Based on that logic, I'm batting a thousand around here lately.
Yep, children fed and clothed, no one's eye has been poked out by a sharp stick, and the lights went out at a (relatively) reasonable time. Seems like I've got this Chief Executive Meanie thing down pat.