Mom Talk: 10 Resolutions I Know I Can Keep






6. Be less patient

I will be aggravated, exasperated, and ready to blow my stack at the slightest misstep.  The next time my son wants help with his homework I’ll say, “That’s it!  Clearly this whole Elementary Education is not for you.  If you don’t know how to spell December by now, you never will…Now go get a job!  Oh, and take your sister with you, she sits on the potty way too long.”

7.  Hold grudges

This year I will forgive no one.  I don’t care if you step on my toe, or pay me the five bucks you owe me, a day after the assigned due date.  I vow to hate you forever and never forget how you wronged me.

8. Stress more

I will lose sleep thinking about planning parties, redecorating my house, trying to budget, missing appointments, teacher conferences, and health issues.  I will laugh an evil cackle while erasing all the plans from my PDA, and then cry over what I have just done. I will empty our bank account on frivolous investments and watch it dwindle away.  Oh, wait…that already happened.  Well good, more for me to worry about.

9. Become addicted to something

Smoking, alcoholism and Starbucks are so trite.  I’m thinking something unique like nasal spray or hand sanitizer.  Or at least something beneficial to my endurance like crack.  Look, I already have a shopping addiction, maybe I could offset the bills with a robust gambling problem.

10. Gossip More

I vow to talk about everything you do in the new year.  If I see you at the pediatrician for so much as a flu shot, I will tell everyone your child has hand foot mouth, so you can be verbally assaulted when you show up at a birthday party the next day.  If you look too skinny, I will assume it’s a divorce or an addiction.  If you look too hot, I’ll call it a torrid affair.  If you look too young, it’s an addiction to surgical procedures because you’re getting divorced due to a torrid affair.  I will start a rumor phone tree and a blog called “WhatYourNeighborsAreReallyUpTo.com.”  I may even have a megaphone installed on my “Gossip Mobile,” so I can drive through local parking lots amplifying the skeletons in your closet to all within earshot.  Oh, wait… I’ll just write about it in my next column.

About Jenny:

I am a neurotic mother of two amazing, wonderful, brilliant, perfect children which is saying a lot because I am a harsh critic and an uncompromising disciplinarian. You know, the kids have to sing for their supper kinda stuff… well, they at least have to ask… well, a grunt would be nice.  Actually, they just sit and I make multiple meals until one is worthy of their sophisticated taste buds and doesn’t exacerbate their fear of burnt spots, crust, pizza bubbles, or food that touches other food.  It is my job to keep them protected from the Florida sun, prehistoric insects, and plasticware with the number 3, 6, or 7 on the bottom. I have to expose them to just enough germs to build their immune system, while using little enough sanitizer to keep them healthy. I also have to remember to feed and water them daily.

A freelance writer for magazines such as InStyle and Mademoiselle, I also have a fabulously funny and relatable blog called suburbanjungle.net