Being Fair to the Spare
Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored with High School!" I'm your host, Frazzled Annie. So glad you could join me today.
It's tough to be a Spare, I think. Those of you who grew up with older brothers and sisters (Heirs) will probably bear me out on this. But my daughter The Spare has it tougher than most. Her older sister was a shy, anxious wallflower who obsessively did her homework, helped with the housework, hugged me all the time, and brought home report cards chock a block with A's.
To make matters worse, I was the older sister in my childhood too.
So it's really hard for me to deal with The Spare, a social butterfly who hates homework and lives to AIM, who steals my makeup and silk scarves and jewelry and doesn't return them. Who snaps back when I scold her and pushes back when I prod her. In other words, the normal kid.
I don't quite know what to do. So far The Spare has laid off sex, drugs, and booze. She's a good, pro-union Democrat. A terrific actress and comedian, pretty as a movie star. And I know that we love each other ... it's just hard to know how much prodding and pressing and pleading is enough, and how much is too much.
If your grown children have become rocket scientists or otherwise can pay their own way in the world, your advice would be greatly valuable to me.
If you too were a younger sibling, your advice would be greatly valuable to me.
If you know of the best bored Goddess to take these matters to, please share her! Your advice would be greatly valuable to me.
If you are satisfied with Republican politics, keep your damn advice to yourself. It will fall on deaf ears.
Labels: Heir and Spare