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George lost his TV privileges after he shouted that Cee LoGreen song in response to my telling him to put the salami back in the fridge,
were eating dinner in 5 minutes. It was the tone of how he said it, really,
that set me off.
I explained to his dad about the foul language outburst, and
he asked where he could have heard that.
“I have no idea,” I replied.
I didn’t feel like explaining a real rough scene that went
down in the parking lot of KB nails after I refused to let some bitchy man take
out his shitty day on me in the form of a lesson on merging lanes. To defend my honor, and demonstrate the opposite of being bent over, I
angrily recited that Cee Lo Green song, using the wrong tone.
Their dad suggested I stop letting them watch Jumanji 2
because it’s PG-13, and giving them bad ideas. I informed him that the most offensive word said in that
movie is “penis” and that our kids have the inclination to run around the house
after a bath like they’re working their way through medical school without
having to take out any student loans.
And to even up the blame game, I reminded him that Kendrick
Lamar offers up a nice well of colorful language.
My daughter’s class voted for the “Good Neighbor.” She told
me who she voted for because she’s always nice to her, then said, “I’m not
always positive so I didn’t get chosen.”
I’m glad she’s realizing that crumpling up her paper, and
screaming, “You hate me!” at the teacher isn’t a productive reaction to not
completing her morning work on time.
I said, “It’s ok, you’re working on it.”
I suffer from extreme optimism. It’s off-putting to a lot of realists who chalk up my positive Tony Robbins motivational quotes as being
dismissive or my being a lousy listener. I guess those disgruntled nonpaying
customers will find something else to fester on after reminding me that my
cheerleading isn’t necessary. There I go again, with the compulsive silver
lining.
Staying positive takes work, and it usually involves
exhausting myself of all pent up energy by running every morning. Now that it’s
raining I am back in the gym. I listen to music, but instead of looking at
trees and clouds, I have to watch Kelly Clarkson entertain a wild bunch of
enthusiastic adults who look like their about to have an aneurism with every
back and forth comment between Kelly and her celebrity guest. It’s like Sesame
Street for adults and I endure nonstop embarrassment from the scene by loudly commenting and cringing at the TV like I'm the only one in the room. Everyone has head phones in, so I can’t look crazy.
Of course, I’ll get some looks, but I practice what I
preach. After my daughter voiced her distress about having knee jerk negative
reactions, I told her, “You can’t worry about what other people think about
you! You’re always getting better, even when something bad happens.”
Then we made cookies and listened to Lily Allen.
