Fun Police

It's happened.  I predicted it would happen and it did.  All those happy, lovey-dovey feelings about the family being back together are gone.

My two older kids are overindulged, bloated, eye-rolling messes.  I am grateful that they are getting along, but it's at the expense of the rest of us.  They walk around nodding and smirking to each other as if they are on the inside of this great joke.  And the joke is all the rest of us idiots.  They are 10 and 8, this is ridiculous.  Their grasp of sarcasm is incredibly disturbing.

My two younger kids are whiny and in desperate need of a schedule.  And they feel the sting of the older kids' arrogant dismissal of them.

I'll be damned if I have to spend the last two and a half weeks of summer break with a bunch of brats.  So either I am leaving or I am going to have to take charge.

The fun stops now.  Schedules will be making a return.  Cleaning rooms will once again become a priority.  No more ice cream for dinner.  No more skateboarding in your underwear.
















Whomp. Whomp.  I hate being the fun police and I am so not good at it.

On second thought, maybe I'll just head back to the Best Western in Kalamazoo.  I mean it was a BW Plus for goodness sake.

P.S. If I had made a video for this post it would also have doubled as a submission reel for SuperNanny, if that show were still on the air.  Nanny Jo, where did you go?