Motherwise Cracks

When you send your kids to school, you never expect that it will become a never ending stream of requests for money. Not only do they make your little children go out selling one sheet of wrapping paper for $10 to unsuspecting relatives, frozen cookie dough at $15 a pop and boxes galore of chocolate bars that you will eat because they are there and that go right to your thighs, they also need money for school pictures, etc. and finally, the cap and gown. Yes, this morning I had to pay $20 for a cap and gown for June. Then it hit me that the end is near. The perennial request for moola from mama may becoming extinct.

While I was reveling in that thought, my son asked me for $120 to pay for applications to the colleges that he is applying to. (Sound of bubble bursting inserted here.)

Which leads me to my meltdown experience of the week. He waited until the absolutely LAST minute to apply and then scrambled around in a panic to apply to all in one evening.

I just don’t understand how this kid could end up so much like me. Something went terribly awry.  I tried to find a man with genetic material for planning ahead, being on time and smart spending. Gregor Mendel, you have failed me. I really thought that procrastination was recessive.

So then I had to measure his head for his cap because he’s at his vocational school when they will be measuring for your child’s plastic cap and gown. I  was amazed to find out he’s not as pea brained as his sisters insist – he has a 22 1/2 inch head, which seemed like a lot. (It reminded me that used to have 22 inch thighs but that is another story.) Then I measured my own head.

Exactly the same. There is no hope for this kid.

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“Who is rich? He that is content. Who is that? Nobody.“  ~ Benjamin Franklin