Mom About Town
Every Time a Child Screams, a Mommy Gets a New Gray Hair
Yep, that’s the latest lie that I tell my kids. I’m full of them, especially this time of year. Lies that is. The grays are sprouting out too faster than I can pluck, too.
The whole Santa story with the elves and so on has become one huge massively creative web of lies. Not that I have any problem with it. I know it’s for the greater good of my child. The problem I have is how much detail do I give, how much should I exaggerate and how in the world do I keep track of all I have already told. Let’s not forget my children are in school now with other kids whose parents have been telling them lies, too. What if their lies are different than mine? Then what? I spin another lie I suppose. The biggest lie I have told is that if they don’t behave Santa won’t bring them any toys on Christmas. I threaten and I threaten and for a few minutes every day I get that panic stricken scream and pleading with tears for me not…
