… of starting a family newsletter, just for my household, called “The Daily Nag.”
Included would be such motherly/wifely gems as:
“B, that fusty bedroom ain’t gonna clean itself… the Editor”
“Is, you have the most darling tiny forehead I’ve ever seen on a teenage girl, but I’d appreciate it if you’d pick up your rancid-smelling soccer socks from the dining room floor… the Editor”
“H, let’s stop waiting until 9:00 PM to announce that you have homework… the Editor”
“C, you were very well-behaved at the dentist’s office this week. Now get in the bathroom and floss like your life depended on it… the Editor”
“R, I realize you’re six and a princess and much more on top of current hairstyles than Mommy, but it would help if your hair met a brush every few days… I’m sorry you have such a tender head… the Editor”
“Bunny, dang! We’ve had the Nativity sets out since LAST YEAR. Are you ever going to get those boxes out of that rat trap you call a garage, so I can put them away?
“Wait, never mind, it’s September. Save this nag for January 2nd…. the Editor”
It feels great to get all of this out in the open, but I’m thinking it would be a lot of work.
It does help that I’m one of those lucky moms/wives who hears herself repeating the same statements day in and day out… maybe it would be more of a Sacrament meeting bulletin than a newsletter…
To save time, maybe I should just go around calling myself “The Editor” and call it good.