Metal Meredith

Dear Vivienne,
No, I don’t want to look at you for the 40th time in an hour to see you doing the same thing you have done before. Stop asking.

No, I don’t want to pretend that I can’t see you, unless you can make that happen. I don’t want to pretend that I am a dog, that you are a balloon, that your brother is my pet, that you are a giant or a waitress, cook, seahorse, butler, hippo, or piece of furniture.

I don’t think you need 5 snacks in one day. I can’t figure out what you might want to do either and I am not up to play the game where I tell you what to do and you tell me each one is ‘so boring’. I don’t think Daddy wants me to call him at work just to tell him that you want him to come home.

Most of all, I wish today was a school day just as much, if not very much more, than you do. Trust me, if I had the choice, those teachers of yours would have 2 days off for Christmas and New Year’s and take care of you the rest of the time. But, they didn’t give me that option.

Please make this the worst day of your entire 3 weeks off. This is day 1 the vacation. I have calculated that minus holidays and weekends, there are 8 days that we three must be alone. We are 5.25 hours into it. Take it easy on me.