Funny how some things start out so innocently. Kristi of Black Sheep Mom left this comment on my blog the last time I wrote about getting a blogging award: “You should also get an I Didn’t Kill My Teenager Today award as well.” She’s a Mom of 5 (not a typo) teenagers, so she knows exactly what she’s talking about.
What we both didn’t know was where that sentence would lead. Because, let’s face it, we parents do deserve awards for handling most of what we deal with on any given day. Yet there is no such award, no trophy. Why is that?
Well, there is one now. And here it is, the Triumph Trophy:
And we’re not only accepting these trophies, but we’re passing them on. If you’re a recipient, consider playing along:
1. Display the Trophy in your post.
2. Write a short piece that starts with this: I didn’t kill today. It doesn’t have to be a person, it can be an appliance, a business or anything else you choose.
3. Nominate a few people to pass the trophy on to and let them know it’s their turn to vent.
So thank you, Kristi. I’m going to accept this trophy in the spirit in which it was first offered:
I didn’t kill my teenager today. In fact, I didn’t kill either one.
My older son comes home from school at lunchtime. I’m fairly certain it’s to add some “torture Mom” time to the middle of his day. Earlier in the week, I had baked a new kind of cookie. There are 4 people in this family who loved that cookie. There were 8 left. You see where this is going, right? Son comes home from school for lunch, I tell him to, at the very least, leave half of the cookies for his brother. He goes back to school and I open the tin and find there are two left.
My younger son and I figured out that there’s one sandwich at a particular fast food restaurant that whenever he eats it, makes him sick. So he stopped eating it. Early one morning this week, my older son called me upstairs. He was getting ready for school and heard his brother, who was in the bathroom, being sick. I sent my son back to bed and called the school to say he’d be absent. It wasn’t until he woke up later in the afternoon that he finally told me what he’d eaten when he was out the night before. You can guess, right?
For the record, I’ve killed neither. I deserve a trophy.
If you want to play, I nominate:
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The Pursuit of Normal
Stop by Black Sheep Mom and see who or what Kristi didn’t kill. Oh, and who she nominated.