My kids have it made. I want their life.
When I grew up shopping consisted of a ONCE a year experience for the solo purpose of obtaining back to school clothes. During this process, I had to painfully choose from several “I just can’t live without” outfits and quickly discovered that life continued with or without the cool color stripe on the side of the designer jeans. I left the store with enough clothes to cover the important parts but not enough to prevent the dread of wearing the same outfit twice in the same week.
Fast forward to 2011 and let me introduce you to my daughter, who is able to shop like a politician is able to lie….easily! Whenever the shopping mood strikes (and usually after she’s saved up her allowance) we are off to the local mall. She leaves the stores looking something like this:
and on the back….
When I grew up entertainment consisted of….well, this:
And hours and hours of outdoor play. We were quite skilled in the art of mud-pie making and creating jewerly masterpieces with the butts of lightening bugs. Lightening bug jewelery was especially a hit with the boys who got to gut the bugs without us girls stopping them. It was all about the bling – even back then because bling is timeless. We never uttered the words “I’m BOORRED!” nor expected our parents or things to entertain us. We were the creative captains of our own entertainment and yes, a few lightening bugs died in the process.
My oldest son would never think of gutting a lightning bug and smearing the bling around the wrist of a female friend. Instead he guts aliens sans the gut smearing. He has his own creative captain area good for hours of brain numbing entertainment. Because we love him and desire to salvage some brain cells, Mr. Pavlov and I have conveniently placed a pre-set timer with a LOUD alarm to signal an end to the cerebral damage. It’s the least we could do.
And he is never short on options…..
He just informed us that he has saved enough money for a 36″ flat screen TV to complete the entertainment paradise.
And speaking of saving money….if you have followed my Facebook and twitter updates then you are already aware that my “baby” saved for several years to dump it on this beauty:
I know he finds great joy in transforming me into a radioactive beast with weird eyes however, the next time he has a buldging bank account and the spending itch, I think I’ll work my mad mothering skills to convince him that a trip to the Spa would produce better results! After seeing me in an avocado mask with cucumber slices for my eyes, I’m sure he’ll agree.
Yes, my kids have it made. If, in their adulthood, they should blog about the difficulties and deprivation of their childhood then I will shove this post under their noses to effectively correct any misconceptions.
Did I mention that computers and blogs were non-existent when I was growing up?