When I was a little girl, my mother would always say that she hoped that one day I would have a child just like me. That, my friends, was sarcasm.
I can recall sitting at the dinner table doing my homework (OK let me rephrase that) “trying” to do my homework, but the only words that were being uttered from my mouth were “I can’t” and “I don’t know how.” Yes, after about 10 minutes of repeating those phrases, that is when my mother would so kindly say, “I hope that one day you have a child just like you.”
It’s sad to report that day has come.
Each and every day that we do homework, my son reminds me of that curse as the attitude begins and those two horrifying sentences are repeated non-stop.
The frustrating thing is he does know how to do it. He has shown that he knows how to do it. So he does understand. Is this fun for him? Is there some type of reward that he gets for applying this curse? Maybe he and grandma are teaming up to repay me. ROAR!!!
The worst thing about this curse is it never ends. I found myself saying: ”I hope that one day, you have a child just like you.”
And so it continues.