I know this may come as a shock to many of you, but—and don't tell anyone else this lest it sully my reputation—I am capable of sacrifice. Yes. It's true. And I have many, many examples from this past weekend with the kids of my magnanimous sacrifices.
Sacrifice the First
I have downloaded Hannah Montana to my iPod. I know! As if it wasn't bad enough that I previously downloaded High School Musical. But at least with HSM I can call to mind images such as this one:
But I don't get to do that with Montana. Instead, I just get to think about how she's just another Britney Spears in training.
Sacrifice the Second
I bought the sequel to one of the crappier books I read last year.
Sacrifice the Third
I bought a redundant copy of another crappy book. Of course, I told the child there was no way I was buying a second hardcover copy of a book that panders to and reinforces antiquated notions of stereotyped gender behavior. Especially since it isn't even that well written.
Sacrifice the Fourth
I left the US National Amateur DanceSport Championships early. And well before any of the decent events, thank you very much. All because the kids were "tired." At 9:30? Uh-huh. Of course, this is where my bounteous sacrifices ended. Because, as we were leaving Provo, the kids wanted to stop at Krispy Kreme. I told them no, because we were going home so they could go to bed. Since they were so tired. Dec says I'm worse than a four year old. That may be true, but there's amazing power in being The One with the Car Keys.