All moms since the printing press was invented have seen book orders. You know, those pamphlets full of fabulous color pictures of wonderful books that kids suddenly can't live without. Yeah, I used to think they were awesome when I was a kid. However, as a mother, this stupid things are now the bane of my existence. (Well, those and my Spanish III course, but that's a whole other story.) I dread the day my kids bring home book orders. Dread the day more than I dread going near a foreign border and being taken hostage by some radical nation then having to be rescued by Bill Clinton. Yeah, it is a deep level of dread.
"Why?" you ask. Well, because my darling little children who normally know exactly what they want and respect boundaries (well, kind of) suddenly turn into little heathens who act as if they've never owned a book in their lives (despite the full case of books in the hallway) and who can't make a decision to save their lives. "I want this", "No, no I want that", "Um, Mom can I get this book that cost a gazillion dollars". This is what I have to hear for days after they bring those stupid things home. It drives me crazy!
I love that my children want to get new books so badly. Although, I am an English major so, really my kids do not lack books. But those danged book orders make me want to pull my hair out! I'd rather take my children to the book store and down cups of coffee while they agonize over the world changing decision of what book to get that day.
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