Those are the days I look at my life and wonder how I got where I am. I still remember standing in front of my own mom and trying to stifle a yawn while thinking she was positively the most boring person in the entire world.
She got more interesting the older I became. Weird how that works, right?
But my kids? They just look at me like I never knew what cool meant. Like I never listen to the hottest music or watch the newest movies. Like I’ve never done anything fun or said anything interesting. It’s like they think I live in a dungeon and that I am comprised of recycled cardboard.
I really never thought that by gestating and bringing forth children into the world I would be giving birth to my own boring status.
Kids have sucked the interesting out of my life. Or so they want to think.
I’m convinced if my kids knew more about me, they’d be less inclined to nod off to sleep whenever I try talking to them as though I were an actual human being. I just want to stomp my feet and shout, “I’m odd! I’m interesting! I’m unique!”
But it’s worth a shot.
Here are a few things I could tell them. Then again, they probably wouldn’t stop rolling their eyes long enough to pay attention.
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