They say that knowing you have a problem is half the battle. How about knowing you are the problem?
Last night at dinner, Bill and I were discussing children, in general, and difficulties, in general, about having them around.
"He's not the problem," I said, nodding in Pete's direction. I didn't say who was the problem, I didn't even stare at the offending party or parties. But Bill and I traded knowing looks across the dining room table.
"I'm the problem," said Jenny.
"Hmmm...do you think you might someday not be a problem?" I asked.
"Nope," said Jenny.
Great. We may know we have a problem, but the problem is unwilling to change...and that's a problem.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
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2 comments:
Wait, is my problem your problem or is your problem my problem?
We have problems.
Sounds like OUR dinner conversation!
How about YOU are MY problem and I am YOUR problem.
And if YOU weren't a problem, I wouldn't be a problem either.
And we'd all live happily ever after...
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