Children

This week I have been watching my cousins from upstate New York. I see them about 2 times a year. They are 9 and 7. They will be here until Saturday, unless I drive them back up to New York (quite a feat since I don't drive on highways) in about 3 minutes. Which brings me to the subject of this post: Brats.
I feel a little guilty for calling family members brats, but...I will.

My mom has been helping me watch them/entertain them, until today and tomorrow when she works. I have about 100 things to do to prepare for school, but I have had kid duty since Sunday.
I loved spending time with my cousins when they were like 3 and 5. Soooo, I have decided that I don't like children ages 6-13. My reasons may be shallow, but here they are:
1. Greed- my mom tells me all children are greedy to some extent, they can't help it. I was not a greedy child. Really, I wasn't. When my mom would offer to buy me a toy at Toys R Us, I would say "No thank you. Maybe another day." These kids are greedy.
2. Whiny.
3. Wasteful- I HATE wasting food. It is one of my pet peeves. I think I got this from my Nannie. I made an entire bowl of Mac n Cheese for Isaac because he wouldn't eat a sandwich. He took a bite, and threw the rest out! They never finish their cereal. They ask for chips and then don't eat them. They play with their food. Moving on...
4. Picky. My mom had to go to 3 different places for lunch, because no one could agree. Isaac hates burger king. McDonald's makes Liz sick, she loves Burger King. Subway for lunch- Liz whines because they don't serve Strawberry Milk. Complains that we use "I can't believe it's not butter spread" and not Brummel and Brown margarine. We are awful for not having Sunny Delight in our fridge.
5. Everything is lame. Our swimming pool is lame because it isn't heated. The prizes at Chuck E. Cheese are lame. (Ungrateful) If my Aunt Karen or someone in my family took me to Chuck E. Cheese I would NEVER DARE have said that the prizes were lame.
6. Sugar binging- At the community pool, I took them up to each pick a snack. Liz wanted Nachos with Cheese, A ring pop, A pack of Swedish Fish, and an orange soda.
7. LOUD. I was woken up this morning -only morning to sleep in this week- by Liz busting in the door and jumping on my head. Seriously. And do we have to bang on the piano during quiet time?


So, while not all kids are all of these things...most are, and it disturbs me. Now give me a moody teenager, and I can have some fun! This is why I don't teach elementary school. Maybe Pop-Pop could raise my kids from ages 6-13. Or, I could find a nice boarding school. Or, I will just try my best not to raise them to be brats.

So, It's August now...

Nothing much new with me. I have been all Negative-Nancyish lately, so I haven't been blogging. I don't know why I didn't just blog negatively, because I will probably end up being negative in this post, anyway. I swear, it is the month of August. Usually around the second week, I get these pity thoughts for myself and struggle with trying to make the most of the end of my summer and I never do anything. I am just lazy. It is a vicious cycle. As much as I love Christmas, I love summer more than anything. And I must say, this summer has been mediocre, at best. First of all, I never went away for more than 3 days (and that was once and cost me an arm and leg). Second of all, I have only one friend here. Third, I fell, causing bodily injury ruining a solid 3 weeks and disabling me from working out, so I feel like fat lard. Annnnddd, now I have to prepare myself for going back to school, and since I teach, I kind of have to prepare stuff now. Both of my classrooms are a mess and I have no lesson plans. Also, this is the worst time of the year because I have to get ready to say "goodbye" to my best friend, and get ready to be ignored for about 9 months while law school takes my spot on the stove and I move to the back burner. On that note, I just helped Corey move some stuff to his new townhouse and for the record, it is on the scariest block of North Philly that you can imagine.

I really don't have a horrible life. Just kind of lame lately. Also, I should cherish the time I do have left of summer. I will end with a positive thing. I am going to be in my first wedding ever on Saturday. I shall carry out bridesmaid duties in the great town of Mineral Wells, West Virginia. So, alas, my second 3 day trip of the summer. I don't even want to get into how 'hick' this wedding could possibly be. :-] Let's just say, my mom had a dream that she woke up there and didn't have teeth!