Raising Devils

I drank tea frequently with my mom because when my father died and my siblings had moved out of the house, it was just the 2 of us from my being 7 until I was 14 when I got the “sister” you wanted (but I hadn’t asked for) in the form of a friend I’d known from kindergarten who had a crappy homelife. I stopped drinking hot tea for years (I live on iced tea year round) but have started drinking hot tea again because it brings memories of my mom (who is alive but suffers from dementia and is in a nursing home). I haven’t tried Thai coffee but I tried Thai ice tea at a local restaurant – I love Thai food but won’t be drinking the tea again.

While I might put on a bit of the martyr show, my kids have been spoiled by my doing things for them. I pretty much take the same approach as my own mother – they’re kids for a short time. They have a lifetime of taking care of themselves ahead of them.

It’s not always, but often. I’m home. They’re at school all day.

I learned how to cook and clean and all the rest of it and so will mine.

I’m sure yours will, too, so I didn’t judge you. I’m right there with you. And what’s not to love about tea!

My kid doesn’t empty the dishwasher. I am the dishwasher. He drains me, though. Does that count?