they say you can’t make everyone happy all of the time. from a parenting perspective, i would be thrilled with everyone being happy some of the time…for crying out loud. the goose, who had been acting like a major jerkface for a couple of days, was almost sweet yesterday. we decided we would play mancala as a family. if you haven’t played it before, it’s a lot of fun, but there is much strategy involved. it is an old world version of chess.
everyone is all smiles and light, until they weren’t. the bug can’t stand to lose. he was getting so mad at the goose for ruining his moves he didn’t want to play the game anymore. an agreement was made that he would finish this game and then he could run away. i use the term agreement VERY loosely. he was chucking his pieces into the dishes in an attempt to make stubby hubs hunk’s head explode. unfortunately, for the bug, it just made the goose and me giggle, causing him to get more irate. holy crow! we tried to explain to him that part of the game is to ruin people’s turns, it’s not personal…..
of course the fact that the bug was off his nut about this made the goose turn into the most charming debutante you’ve ever met. “oh, mommy how’s your tea?” “oh, mommy, i just love playing games with you.” unhuh! i’m on to you kitten, nothing makes a kid gloat more than when a sibling is losing their mind.
oh and lose his mind he did.
he hasn’t in quite a while, but when the bug goes off, it’s meteoric. i can usually wrangle him in with humor, but not this time.
my favorite quote from his rant was “i don’t even want to be a part of this family.” to which i responded, “ok, do you need help packing up your room?” which was met with the slamming of his bedroom door and the mellow call of the trombone. that’s right my boy, poor your broken heart in your music.
yeah the trombone, she ain’t no violin. nothing weeps like a violin. nothing farts like a trombone.
so, of course, stubby hubs hunk and i are howling in our room. you can’t make this stuff up.
the good news about the bug, is he blows up, apologizes, and then moves on. sure enough, after going through his narrow repertoire of flatulence he came to us.
“i’m sorry i was such a jerk,” he said.
“no worries,” i said,”are you going to stick around?”
“i could never leave you mommy.”