Martial Law

Vegas has better odds than my life.

I thought I was having an unusually good week, it seemed that fortune was smiling on me, I had gained an extra day to do more housework, my husband was due to return from overseas two whole days earlier than scheduled, and I had made it to both sessions of my children’s Tae Kwon Do classes on time. It was a good day. But just when I thought it was going to last until the night, the kids had to go and muck it up by behaving like escaped monkeys from the zoo in the waiting area of the Tae Kwon Do studio during my class.

Its a severely embarrassing situation to know that out of all the children making noise, 50% of the noise is coming from your children. I tried in vain to get their attention, to head off their misbehavior at the proverbial pass by giving them “I am watching you” signal. But it seemed to fuel their fervor, not temper it.

So inevitably, I had to lay down the law as soon as I had them in the house. You’d think the memories of such “episodes” would motivate them to behave in future events. But apparently I am not having these episodes enough, and I need to cinch the belt of justice a little tighter around this household.

Now I have a headache. My husband has his work cut out for him when he returns, and I honestly question if he is up to the task. A battalion of soldiers has every right to fear this rag-tag passel of baboons (aka my children).