Must I be the grown-up???

M-MV does it again.

It all begins with me.

This is going to be printed out and live in my planning folder with her Feed a Cold; starve a (spring) fever? post (see my planning folder here).

(But. Does she always have to be right???
And why can't I be an irresponsible nitwit? Why do I have to be a grown-up?

Why do I have this urge to stick out my tongue at the computer? (those of you who have read Gordon Neufeld's work will recognize the counterwill here)

Why is it that I got up at 6 am and 4 hours later I have nothing to show for it except a headache?

And what moral authority do I have to complain about the kids wasting time when quite clearly I am the most supreme time waster around?

This is one of those 'it all begins with me' things, isn't it?

Sigh.)