Adult Supervision Required


Never let it be said that I don’t give that man credit for how difficult his life is.


"I should be upstairs grooming my hero hair"

Ehhh… let’s not get carried away.




I mean, the rewards are great—let’s not dramatize his situation unnecessarily… after all, he gets to live with me—but I am aware that the difficulties are not insignificant.  Many a man before him failed to impress, and even the shiny, stalwart ones couldn’t keep up or threw up their hands and blamed me (huffing and puffing as they did, proving the real issue was that they couldn’t keep up) for their sudden embrace of all things Quitter.


So yes, I understand that Husband has got his hands full with me.  However, he’ll be the first to tell you—in alarmed tones, since you’ve brought up a weird topic that has nothing to do with the discussion at hand, which was supposed to be whether or not they’re finally going to kill off Steve Rogers in the new Avengers movie*—that one thing I am not is more work than I’m worth.


I would also like to point out that I’m not the only, or even the main reason his life is difficult.  I’m not even talking about his chronic pain, either.  No… I’m blaming other people, because that’s kind of my thing.  But this time it’s totally justified!


"let's be clear, I did absolutely nothing wrong. I'm not to blame. It's not my fault."

Basically my motto.


ME:  Right.  I’m gonna go… down… staaaairrrrss… (sneaks toward door)
OFFSPRING:  Nope!  It is past your bedtime young lady!
ME:  (stares, slowly moves downstairs)
OFFSPRING:  Don’t you do it!  Don’t you go down those stairs!  Don’t you go all the way down!  Don’t you turn off that light!  Don’t you turn on that TV!  Don’t—don’t you touch that remote!  Stop!  Put that—NO!
ME:  Where’s the controller?
OFFSPRING:  (takes both controllers)  I should make you play with the remote.
ME:  (pages Husband)  Are you coming down?
HIM:  Yeah, I can do that.
OFFSPRING:  It’s past your bedtimes!
ME:  He’s trying to make me play with the remote!
HIM:  Don’t do that!  It’s bad for the—I’m coming down, I’ll explain.
ME:  (to Offspring)  Ha!  (takes controller, flops on couch)
OFFSPRING:  (pushes random buttons on remote)
SCREEN:  (flashes weird symbol)
ME:  What did you do?!?
OFFSPRING:  (stomps upstairs laughing)
HIM:  (explains something to Offspring upstairs)
ME:  My wrist hurts (massages wrist with teeth, as hands are busy with controller)
HIM:  (comes downstairs with Offspring)
ME:  TELL ME WHAT YOU DID, DAMMIT!  (continues gnawing wrist)  Ow!
OFFSPRING:  (laughs)
ME:  (around mouthful of wrist) TELL ME RIGHT NOW!
OFFSPRING:  I didn’t do anything—
HIM:  I come down here and she’s yelling and in pain and like this (mimics my pose)
ME:  (removing wrist from mouth)  Hey!
HIM:  —You’re damned right I want to know what’s going on!  Stop laughing right now, because hurting your mother isn’t funny!
OFFSPRING:  I didn’t do anything to her!  I just pressed the Home button!
ME:  A circle with a slash through it popped up on my screen, and I wanted to know what he did.
OFFSPRING:  But you can’t go back to the Home screen while your game is loading, so it—
HIM:  Then what about your wrist?!?!
ME:  Oh.  (presents wrist, now very red)  It hurts.
HIM:  ???
ME:  So I was trying to massage between the little bones, and my teeth are—
HIM:  I understand.  I HAVE TOO MANY KIDS!
ME:  Nuh-uh!  I’m a CAT!



cat on spinning barstool "I regret nothing"














* We’re not calling him Captain America anymore—he quit that job, and he was pretty shit at it anyway.  Everything about him was shit, always has been.  Never speak of him again in my presence, unless you’ve got a gun and a plan.








6 comments on “Adult Supervision Required

  1. Kids can be little fuckers can’t they!!🙄🙄😆

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  2. Jen says:

    Sometimes the Offspring becomes the Parent. You can’t help it, it’s a spontaneous action and you must follow the rules. So, I am ashamed to say. Go to bed you two or your going to be grounded!

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  3. joem18b says:

    We used to be rich and had servants (still called downstairs help) who knew how to control all the kitchen doohickies and so on. They had power over us.

    Now the servants are gone but the children control the electronic doohickies and have become the uppity ones.


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