Apparently I Live With Royalty
I know what you are probably thinking, my husband is the King of our castle and I am the beloved Queen. I suppose that would be true if we were living in a fairytale but my Queenly crown has been missing in action for almost two years.
I think it may have something to do with this:
Or perhaps this:
And well, this:
My son is the Prince and I am his sole minion. The King (Dad) will never be ruled by the little Prince. I on the other hand am at his beck and call.
Dinnertime: Would you like green peas?
Prince Mekhi: NO!
Minion: Would you like burgers?
Prince Mekhi: NO!
Minion: Would you like grapes?
Prince Mekhi: NO!
And so it goes, a full litany of food choices until the Prince settles on the old standby: yogurt (it is just not a Princely day without yogurt).
Of course, I am the chambermaid too. There is no one in this castle that can change a poopy diaper or pull-up faster than me. As a matter of fact, chambermaid is one of my chief duties (no pun intended) around here. I change 9 out of 10 diapers!
Finally, I am the royal dresser. No Prince could live without one. And dressing the Prince takes careful planning. As soon as one article of clothing comes off he dashes down the hall to the relative safety of (King) Dad’s office. Yes, he gets sent back but dressing a Prince takes no less that 15 minutes. Every single day!
Aaaah, the life of a Prince. I just hope he remembers these days when I am old and decrepit and our roles are reversed!
I think it may have something to do with this:
Or perhaps this:
And well, this:
My son is the Prince and I am his sole minion. The King (Dad) will never be ruled by the little Prince. I on the other hand am at his beck and call.
Dinnertime: Would you like green peas?
Prince Mekhi: NO!
Minion: Would you like burgers?
Prince Mekhi: NO!
Minion: Would you like grapes?
Prince Mekhi: NO!
And so it goes, a full litany of food choices until the Prince settles on the old standby: yogurt (it is just not a Princely day without yogurt).
Of course, I am the chambermaid too. There is no one in this castle that can change a poopy diaper or pull-up faster than me. As a matter of fact, chambermaid is one of my chief duties (no pun intended) around here. I change 9 out of 10 diapers!
Finally, I am the royal dresser. No Prince could live without one. And dressing the Prince takes careful planning. As soon as one article of clothing comes off he dashes down the hall to the relative safety of (King) Dad’s office. Yes, he gets sent back but dressing a Prince takes no less that 15 minutes. Every single day!
Aaaah, the life of a Prince. I just hope he remembers these days when I am old and decrepit and our roles are reversed!
Comments
I'm sure your Prince will treat his mommy like a Queen when he gets older!
I'm sure your Prince will treat his mommy like a Queen when he gets older!
you know boys are typically mama boys at least thats what i tell myself
All hail the king!!
~Pam
such cute and funny commentary. but yes, you are still the queen. rather than sitting your throne, though, you've been on active queen duty to ensure that the prince is growing and healthy. then, once he's older, he can be at *your* every beck and call!
He'll remember when the time comes and he'll get his wife to take care of you, too! LOL.