There comes a point in every parent's life when desperation for control of the homestead leads them to parenting methods many non-parents, or parents with perfect, abnormally well-behaved freak-children would question. We find ourselves locked in an on-going battle with our children to keep them sleeping soundly in their beds throughout the night. Forget the whole night, it would just be nice to have them go to their beds peacefully for a change. No fighting, arguing, whining, etc. No leaving their rooms to pad all the way across the house to our room to inform us that their head hurts, or their feet hurts, or their leg hurts and the only cure (obviously) is sleeping in our room. No dramatic declarations of how much they would love us (so much more than normally) if only, only, they could sleep in our bed. No crocodile tears as they look at us with hound-dog eyes and pouting lips as they explain how much they will miss us and couldn't possibly go al...
The always random, occasionally complex, often confounded commentary and narrative of one West Texas woman's life.