Mom School

The following conversation is true in it's entirety, unfortunately.

Punky Girl is getting ready for school one morning and as usual there is something bothering her--socks, underwear, pants, shoes, too tight a shirt on her "guns"--the list goes on. As she is fighting with her sock (I think that was it) she says to me, "I don't want to be a mom when I grow up."

me: "Why not?"

Punky: "Because I am already tired of school and I don't want to have to go to mom school."

me: "Mom what??"

Punky: "You know, mom school, where you went to learn how to be a mom."

me: "There is no mom school, dear."

Punky:"What??"

me: "I had to learn how to be a mom from practicing, talking to other moms, reading books and just figuring it out on my own."

Punky: " Oh, well then you DEFINITELY need to go to mom school."

me: "HUUUH...well I guess I will have to work on that." (sarcastically said)

I go into the kitchen and repeat the conversation, in a not so nice voice, to Nimrod. I told him that HE could go in there and help her with her socks since I didn't apparently learn the right way at mom school. So he goes in and tells Punky that I was going to mom school. She got a a little excited and said, "Really?" and he replied, "Yes, to be a teacher there because she is so good at being a mom." Punky rolled her eyes and said, "I don't think that is going to work out."

After I got over my little fit, I decided to work it to my advantage. Now, when I do something "wrong" I just blame it on mom school. This is working out just fine for me. For any other mom school flunkies out there, I hope you too can torment you children a little longer with your lack of parenting knowledge and skills. I intend to make the most of it!