The Nacho Libre of Mothering
My man and I had a hankering to watch some eighties movies a few weeks ago. I chose The Great Outdoors and he chose Road House with Patrick Swayze. As we were watching Road House , I ironically was identifying with Patrick Swayze's character. In case you don't know, his character is purported to be the best bouncer in the tri-county area. He's a big deal. The big gun. He makes the big money. The part I was identifying with, was the getting punched in the face part and the negotiating with irrational people part. Such is life in the motha-hood. Every single day, I get an awkward elbow to the face, my feet get trampled, my glasses get knocked off. The list goes on and on. Right now, my glasses have only one arm. I am a walking bruise. These tiny people are so emotionally volatile about everything. I have often thought that a professional hostage negotiator should write a book about parenting. If you can stay calm in the face of a man with a machine gun atop a thirty ...