Tuesday, May 13, 2008
We're like opposite of the army in our house. In oh so many ways. Our main policy though is the truth, that goes for us (Marc and I) too. So when Saige or Chase asks a question that we really don't want to answer (like about Santa Claus or anything) we feel the need to just lay it on the table. My kids have known what being gay means since they were to little for me to even remember. Not that they knew all the details but they got the idea, sometimes boys like boys and girls like girls. Big deal. Well, to some people this was a big deal, people would get really bent about it when they found out I had explained it. Whatever. There's not much I can do about it now. But really, come on, it's reality and not a bad one, just reality. Anyway, that's not even what this is about. So the other day we're in the car and Saige is really upset about something very silly. I am trying to calm her down as best I can even though it is going beyond me how she could be getting so upset about it. Then Chase has to add his two cents and tell her to, "Just stop crying already." This sends her completely over the edge. Now, as I start to eat my own words, tears start running down my cheeks, because it's just not the right day of the month for them to do this and I can't handle it. Since we are in the car there is no where for me to go and give my favorite big silent, "Shut the &*%$ up." So I just sit there with tears running down my cheeks. This of course upsets Saige even more. It's like a friggin' snowball. Finally we get to her friends house, she gets out and goes in. Chase and I are in the car totally silent. We drive for a few minutes. Saige calls me and says, "I'm sorry." I say, "I'm sorry too honey, this is a bad day for me to deal with all this, you know what I mean?" She tells me that, yes, she understands. We hang up. Chase sits there thinking for a few minutes and says, "I know what you mean too Mom, you've got your period." "Well, now that we're all clear, lets try not to fight in front of mommy, how 'bout that?" He nods. He get's it. Some girl will thank me for that someday.
So I Said... Amy at 7:22 AM