The Locusts! Aieeee!
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Marianne would be so proud of how karma’s such a bitch.
I wasn’t one, as a kid, to have many friends. When I was with mom, “we kids” were the children of the lesbians, thrown together. When I was with Dad, I never brought school “friends” over and I rarely went to their houses. So something I never got used to was eating food at my friends’ houses, or what they expected when they came to my house.
I tried to bring in the groceries today. I carried five bags of groceries (alone), eighty or so dollars worth of food, past two ten year olds and a thirteen year old. By the time I had unpacked the groceries, the kids had eaten three nectarines, two apples, a box of otter pops (liquid form!), two bottles of water and a goat.
I’m kidding about the goat.
Then Miss B comes into the kitchen, just as I’m starting dinner, and asks what there is to snack on. I offer her a couple of baby carrots out of the bag, and she takes the bag. (Like George Jetson’s wife and his wallet). And tells me that they need chocolate (often there are Hershey Kisses in the freezer). And wants to know what’s for dinner.
The neighbor kids frequently come over to play, and sometimes they actually tell me they want a snack. We’re 50 feet from their own damn kitchen, and they want to eat my cookies.
Some of this is normal; I expect Miss B to eat a lot. But I don’t know where to draw the line with regards to the other people’s kids; how much am I “expected” to feed them? What are your thoughts?
ps. Marianne always gave me grief about karma and how your behaviour as a kid came back as an adult, and how much food I ate.
