By: Shannon Ralph
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about things I hate. I know the current trend amongst fully actualized adults is to focus on things you love—those things for which you are most grateful—but frankly, I don’t have it in me today. I’ve spent the entire day laying on the couch, nursing a sore throat, and playing Trivia Crack while my 8-year-old twins watch episode after mind-numbing episode of Phineas and Ferb. My mental state right now is not exactly conducive to actualization.
So what do I hate, you may ask?
I hate slow internet connections. I hate mushrooms. And olives. I hate talking on the phone. I hate those little circles of paper that fall out of hole punchers and litter the floor. I hate people who post vague status updates on Facebook. I hate overtime. I hate laundry. And I hate sharing.
Let me clarify. I don’t hate sharing as a general concept (unless we’re talking about Oreos, of course). I hate Sharing Day—also known as show-and-tell. My twins’ weekly third grade show-and-tell days are the bane of my existence.
The key to show-and-tell is to bring something that is significant to your child, but not so valuable you would really care if it got lost, torn to pieces, and/or vomited on. The obvious choice would be a stuffed animal or a cheap souvenir from a family vacation. But those are SO LAME, MOM. My kids want to wow their intended audience. They want to share something that is so monumental that their classmates will be talking about it for years to come. Something so well-planned and perfectly executed that it will seem like we worked for weeks on each and every show-and-tell item.
But the truth of the matter is that my kids never remember show-and-tell day until they are standing in the bathroom that morning, toothpaste foam dribbling down their collective chins. Then, and only then, do they realize what day it is. And all hell breaks loose as we scramble to find something—anything—in this house that a.) has not been shared previously by either child, b.) is not stooooo-pid, and c.) will not label them as freaks for the rest of their school career.
Just once, I would love to send something completely honest. Something true. An item that allows their little friends a peek into our real lives. Just once, I would love to send my kids to school with a deliciously inappropriate item for show-and-tell. Something like:
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Originally published on The Seattle Lesbian
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