You're the boss, applesauce!

Young children and babies have ruled my world for a long time.


No one bothered to warn me, but when I brought my beautiful bundle of joy home from the hospital I essentially relinquished control of my life. That sweet-smelling, cuddly bundle of joy? She was really a benevolent dictator who influenced every facet of my life with her feeding and diapering and napping schedules. It was difficult to get used to in the beginning, but I ultimately succumbed to the promise of unconditional love. I quit trying to resist and eventually started playing by the new rules.

At some point a shift occurred, and it was a subtle shift. So subtle, in fact, that I didn't even notice until one day I realized my little dictator had become rather demanding... greedy... bossy even. In fact, this revelation came while we were on vacation last week. I was chatting with my friend and describing events that had not gone my way and how surprised I was at the turn of events. As if on cue one of my daughters adopted a sassy stance complete with hand on hip, and said:

"Snap out of it, Mom!"

Her tone of voice was condescending, and the entire comment completely unacceptable. Obviously I dealt with the sass, but it was then that the winds of change began blowing. The world according to me is on the verge of a coup. This little dictator no longer has cause to be in power and is, in fact, beginning to abuse said power. There must be a parental uprising and I expect power will be returned to the rightful leaders efficiently.

But please... alert the UN if you don't hear from us soon.

You may need to dispatch a peacekeeping envoy.