Somedays I feel like I am a mom. Except I have 50 plus people to "parent" and watch over. Work. "Turn up the radio... Turn down the radio... put the game on... put another game on... I need a new napkin/bib because I dropped mine on the floor... I'm hungry. Will you read the entire menu to me?.... Can I have more free popcorn? -- (Three baskets weren't enough. Did you forget about me? I said "more popcorn!") I don't like this glass. This cranberry juice gives me heartburn. I need the "special" cranberry that you have to bow down for so I can see down your top.... (Yes. Same cranberry as on the gun... the guy is just a perv... Perv who's not too happy that I won't wear a low cut top anymore.....) I said 3 ice cubes and you gave me four! I don't want this drink! It's too hot in here.... It's too chilly in here... Again. I hate the glass you gave me. Although it matches what beer you are serving me... I want to throw it at your head."
I cannot imagine what it would be like to be a mom. I know what it is like trying to control a room of grown people who are demanding. I bow down to the moms. At the end of the day I get to tell the sucky-whiney-jerks to give me their money. Moms might try that with their wee ones but I doubt it will help pay the mortgage bill. I am not a proud woman but I will do what I must to keep these cats somewhat pleased.
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