Two weeks ago, I promised my daughter I would take her to OZ The Great and Powerful. But then my son was exposed to whooping cough and due to the fact he slept with one blanket he woke up with a cough and the school nurse took his temp which was 99.3 and I went in to volunteer and went home with a kid which screwed up the week because I took him to get tested which then kicked in a school district policy and he stayed home the rest of the week.
But all my daughter knew was that I had PROMISED her and it didn’t happen. The injustice of it all was really just too much to bare and had she been independently wealthy, I’m pretty sure she would’ve moved out.
I recently rectified the situation by taking my children to OZ The Great and Powerful. It was fine, by the way. But it taught me a lesson. I’m never promising my children anything ever again. Without a stipulation.
The stipulation I have chosen is: as long as Zeus and Apollo agree. This way I can get out of things that don’t quite work and teach my children Greek mythology (along with useless Magnum PI trivia.)
Because if I say I will do something, I generally can and do what I say. But sometimes girl scouts, piano, swimming, cub scouts, homework, sleep, and bad teen television get in the way. And I’ve been trying to do a cleanse. Which means I’m in a bad mood and having a sugar withdrawal headache. But none of these things seem to be good enough reasons.
Which is why the Gods invented Zeus and Apollo.