Here I sit with an additional cat who hates me, while my girls are off on another California adventure. One of them just text me a photo of a huge chocolate bar, and they better be buying it for me if they know what is good for them.
How does this happen that I am here watching a cat and they are sipping wine in Sonoma? I am not sure, but as soon as I write the check for my son’s next semester at college, I will take some time to try to figure it out. I think it might have something to do with the decision I made some thirty years ago to have these vacationing children, but my original thought process is getting fuzzy in my old age.
Staying home to raise the children was a fulfilling job. I was a tad saddened to learn this week that this experience precludes me from advising my husband on any matters of state should he decide to run for President.
Funny thing is that parenting involves very high level decision making skills with serious consequences.
Think about it. How many wars have you prevented? How many strikes and work stoppages have you settled? How many arguments have you been an arbitrator for? How many budgets have you balanced and how much self control have you had in order to do so? And scheduling? Being in two places, as close to one time as possible without the luxury of Air Force One, happens all the time. Executive decisions are made and enforced – hourly. A decision is a decision, and good judgement is good judgement no matter what the topic.
But now it is time to feed the cat from hell. Will it be turkey or liver? Decisions, decisions.
2 responses so far ↓
1 Bob Veres // May 3, 2012 at 11:02 am
I wonder if we compared the number of hats a parent wears to the number a president wears, who would come out taller!
2 Donna // May 17, 2012 at 5:07 pm
I tried and tried, but gave up trying being at 2 places at the same time…just couldn’t ever figure it out.
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