I love this comic. Two of my favorite things; coffee and Star Wars!
Lately, the kids have gotten a little over zealous in their attitudes - toward us and each other. Hubby and I did a serious 'wing clipping' starting this past weekend.
Two of three of the kids have responded as expected.
Fuzzy, not so much.
Tonight, should be a Boy Scout meeting for Hubby and the boys.
I (with Hubby's support) have decided that Fuzzy will stay home and instead, he will go to bed early.
As you can imagine, Fuzzy is just thrilled with me right now.
Yes, I am the Evil Darth Mommy, sent here from galaxies afar, just to ruin his life and squash all his fun.
Not. But, I guess at 11 1/2, he just isn't going to appreciate that this is for his own good. Fuzzy doesn't understand that he is over tired and in a down spiral of smart mouthing, whining, and losing his temper.
All he knows is that I am ruining his fun.
Oh well. Some day, he will have his own Little Fuzzy. He and Little Fuzzy's mommy will get it then, while they are being the bad guys.
I will then get to be Princess Grandma and have all the fun!
Until then though, I will deal with being Darth Mommy.