It is possible that I am not a normal mom

There is a chance that I am warping my children.  I do not set out to warp them, but I am not the most centered and grown-up of people, so there is a decent possibility that my behavior may be unlike that of Susie Homemaker (not to be confused with Susie Sunshine, a woman with whom I could only hope to be compared).

One evening, I had all three children in the car, as The Husband had a work committment that caused him to need to leave the house before I could get home.  As we pulled onto our street, the song on the radio was "Couldn't Get it Right" by the Sanford Townsend Band.  Although we had parked, I did not shut off the engine and open the door until I had belted out those last few lines about seeing the light or making it through the night or whatever else the rhyming dictionary had provided for Mr. Townsend.

"I think we need a dance party," I informed my offspring.  And so commenced a mad dash into the house to find the remote and program the Music Choice channel to the appropriate selection.  And by flipping among "80s", "90s" and "Party Favorites" I managed to produce the following string of boogie-tastic sounds, in the following order, with almost all songs in their entirety:

• Kiss, Prince
• Baby Got Back, Sir Mix-A-Lot
• Brick House, The Commodores
• Ain't No Stopping Us Now, McFadden and Whitehead
• Faith, George  Michael
• Get This Party Started, Pink

And then I collapsed in a heap on the couch, with The Daughter and The Younger Son next to me, with the Elder Son rolling his eyes at me for my silliness.  And then we ate a "finger dinner" (a meal made up of nothing but food eaten without utensils- in this case it was dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets, cheese cubes, baby carrots and bread & butter).

Yeah, June Cleaver I am not.

Comments

[Ree]

No, but you sound like a fun one!

[Secret Leaves]

I don't know...sounds like some damned good parenting to me!

Sharon