We've been out of school and into the summer schedule for three days now and I have become paid help, only I don't get paid in anything except snide remarks, rolling eyeballs and teenage sarcasm laced with delusions of world domination.
I'm all for making the summer fun. I get that there is a big transition happening here, going from the structure of an 8-4 day to a relaxed week of hanging out and packing for vacation, but hey, kids, you can take your dishes into the kitchen, move your shoes from the hallway entrance so nobody breaks their face on them, pick up your clothes off the floor, and you know, wipe your own bottom after evacuation. As a bonus, you can be nice to me, as I hold the all the cards in terms of what you can and cannot do during this little summer break. Also, I have more self-respect than you're giving me credit for--nobody gets to talk to the mom the way you're talking to me. How do I tell you this, you are not the King and Queen of the prom.
So, uh, you know, just um, take up the laundry and make your bed. I'll leave you a tip under your pillow.
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