St. Patrick’s Day, I have to admit, second only to Margarita day is my favorite made-up adult holiday ever. I look forward to it every year. Honestly, after suffering through back to school shopping, finding a Halloween costume, play dates, kids birthday parties, surviving the freaking Elf and having to make Valentines that St. Patrick’s day is kind of my reward.
It’s the little things that make my life more enjoyable.
Yet the darn kids are trying to take this day away from me! I blame the public school system. Okay, maybe it is just that Abby made friends. Who talk. A lot. And compare. A lot. In first grade she asked why we didn’t have a leprechaun trap.
Apparently, when my mom clued me into who Santa and the Easter Bunny are and what they do she forgot to tell me that I came from a neglected home. A home that did not trap leprechauns. GASP!
We are Irish for Pete’s Sake! How did I not know that we were supposed to be trapping leprechaun’s all this time? I want to know what mom was so bored that she decided to make life even more difficult that she created a new myth. One that includes me having to dye my milk green, put green footprints all over the freaking place and knock over a trap so my daughter will think a little green man has escaped. If this mom has so much time on her hands, I have a few chores of my own that I would allow her to take on. Because none of the above is happening. Well except the freaking trap because Abby will do that on her own (I thankfully am not to be trusted with construction).
When it comes to the trap there are all these rules. It has to be green. You have to have something gold to lure the leprechaun and it has to look real. Then the leprechaun comes in at night, plays pranks all over the house and if you are lucky gets trapped when he tries to steal your gold.
How is it that my child can learn this in school but not her everyday math?
When it comes to St. Patrick’s day I wish for just two simple things:
1. The children to leave my freaking drinking holidays alone
2. That people spell it St. Paddy not St. Patty. Patty is a woman. Patrick is a man. If you are going to take a religious holiday and make it into a drinking one at least spell the name right.
I’m warning you right now…don’t even think of messing with Margarita Day.
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