Lola posted this quote to Pinterest that says "Weak people revenge; strong people forgive; intelligent people ignore." And I've been trying to take that attitude to heart with Fun Sink. So I've been playing it cool around her, and not trying so damn hard to get my kids to eat broccoli in front of her or whatever. I've been cultivating a strong air of I-don't-give-a-sh!t, and I really think it's helping me.
We had dinner at Queen of Sheba tonight, before a program at the girls' school, and let me tell y'all: Fun Sink has struck gold with this kitchen rehab. The chances to complain about her First World Problems are endless! The dining room has to be repainted because the beige that the decorator picked is way too beige. They refinished the living room and dining room floors today and the fumes are going to kill her. The contractors are going to have to put way more cuts in the granite than she wants. Fun Sink: you love to cook, love to complain about cooking, and you are getting the kitchen of your dreams, where you can cook and complain all day long! Be a little bit thankful!
Meanwhile, Grandma-in-law is complaining about all the events she has to go to for my children. And, ok...there was a ballet recital, a piano recital, and this spring singing program. She said, "All this culture is going to kill me." You know what? A lot of octogenarians would be thankful that they've lived to see their great grandchildren get up in front of a crowd of people and sing "How Much is that Doggie in the Window?" Also: don't want to come? Don't come. Nobody's forcing you. At this point it would be one less person to save a seat for.
Oh yeah, and my kids are in the middle of Queen of Sheba, eating chicken and rice and behaving decently, but I'm a bad mom because E is focused on the injera and keeps saying she likes the injera. Fun Sink gave her a little injera with spinach on it and E (who's great about veggies) was all, "Forget this spinach--just give me the injera!" Guess what, Fun Sink--people like injera! Injera is the whole reason why some people eat Ethiopian food in the first place! E is not a freak for liking injera and I am not a bad mom for giving her a reasonable amount of injera when she's also eating her chicken and rice! I am so over the head-shaking and the hand-wringing because my children like bread. Get. Over. It. I mean, seriously, y'all. The sh!t I have to put up with. Fun Sink purses her lips and shakes her head disappointedly because my children like bread. Just think about that for a moment, and then you may begin to understand why I am so uptight about every tiny detail of what my children say, do, and eat in front of her, and why it's so hard for me to let go and stop giving a sh!t.
Okay. Deep breath.
I apologize for all the excessive exclamation points. Not giving a sh!t when Fun Sink is around is clearly getting me all worked up during my downtime.
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