Dear Karma,
Sometimes I don’t think you really are a bitch. But then there will be an experience that renews my faith in you.
I had one of those experiences this week.
Or rather, the troublesome 14 year old in my life did.
We shipped Dominic off to stay with cruise friends Patrick, Petra, Ryder and Mia so that Ryder and Dominic could be counselors at a summer camp together.
I didn’t hear from Dominic all week, so I checked in.
So I asked the head camp lady if he could come back in two weeks. She said she would love to have him, but didn’t have anything for him to do. No room on the schedule for him.
I’ve raised a resilient, motivated, intelligent child, right?
Not so fast.
He still has trouble following directions. When to get off the bus, for example.
Also, look at what he did to himself in a bike accident:
How? He was rooting around in his backpack while driving the bike instead of paying attention. The speed bump won.
Anyway, thank you, Karma, for avenging me. For all those times he drove/drives me crazy, thank you for sending a plague of toddlers.
You’re the best.
Back to believing,
Beth
Observe and report 
That is hysterical!
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Thank you!
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