My children think I'm a tyrant. They wish they had a kind mother, instead of the dictator they seem to have been lumbered with. Secretly they yearn for one of those ever-smiling, 'sure-you-can-sweetie', blonde mothers you see in margarine ads. How do I know this? Just consider the following statements which have been directed at me recently:
Laura: 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! (loud tearful wail) Don't turn the TV off yet! Leave it ON!'
Benjamin: 'When I'm a Dad, I'm going to let my kids have lollies for breakfast, lollies for morning tea, lollies for lunch, lollies for afternoon tea and lollies for dinner"
Laura: 'Why do I have to do all these jobs?' (she has to put her PJs under her pillow and pull up her doona)
Benjamin: ' Guess what Mum? We're going to go to another country, where the mums and dads say you can put your feet on the table'
It's very distressing to think that they want to leave home at such an early age. I'll have to do something.
I'll pack a little snack for their trip.