Petara's Prerogative

When my kids are running around and won't listen to me telling them to sit down, I secretly hope they will trip and fall.  I want them to learn their lesson without me having to always fuss about it.

When I was in fifth grade, I got bored waiting for the bus.  I called 911 a few times and told the operator she had won a million dollars.  She threatened to send the cops to the house to talk to my parents.  I wasn't worried, because I knew I would be on the bus by the time they got there.  I still feel bad about the prank.

I want my children to be the best at everything.  In my eyes, they are the best at everything.  I am their biggest cheerleader.  I will always be there to cheer them on.

I wish the delivery man would come before my husband got home from work and gave me enough time to put my items away and get rid of the packaging.

I tell my husband that I have ordered my own Christmas gifts, so he shouldn't get me anything.  I do this so I won't be questioned when I'm getting packages delivered while he is home on vacation.  He knows Sephora, Aveda and Clarins are not delivering toys.

I go through my kid's Halloween candy and take out the candy I want and hide it for myself.  If they notice, I tell them I saw daddy do it.

I laugh at my son when he runs.  He swears he is faster than anyone and is a great athlete, but my son runs like an old man.  He reminds me of Fred Sanford.  He could care less what I say.  He has all the confidence in the world.  I am glad all my kids have lots and confidence and a good sense of humor.