OKAY, I GET IT! If one more person asks me if I’ve seen “Nanny 911″ while I am commenting on this, that or the other annoying habit employed by one of my children during dinner or naptime, I will scream. Worse yet was the inquiry that came right out of the blue from the casual acquaintance after a studied gaze as my monkeys tumbled down the street in their usual dustcloud of heaving, whining, crying and fighting. Yes, I do understand the implication, however subtle, that perhaps I ought to be watching, learning from or maybe even starring as the next victim/parent, however, three people this week have mentioned this to me, THREE, damnit, and I am tired of it. And one of them was my mother. Can I get a harumph?
Maybe my kids are all in a phase. At once. Perhaps my home is the convergence of three lunar/solar spots or the sibling equivalent of Jupiter aligning with Mars or some such thing. After all, they are in such difficult stages, right? With the breathing and the growing and the teeth coming in or falling out. Surely it couldn’t be me.
What channel is it on, anyway?
kim
