Friday, August 17, 2007

Worst. Mom. Ever.

This morning, at approximately 7:15, the fruit of my loins shot me a look dripping with venom*, stamped her foot and said:

"You are RUINING my LIFE!"

I truly was not expecting this until she was a pre-teen. I suppose I should have been taken aback, but in fact I was just amused. For those of you who are wondering:

How to Ruin Viva’s Life

1. Pour her a bowl of cereal. Add milk to said cereal straight from the carton, as opposed to pouring it into a separate cup and allowing her to add the milk herself.
2. Blow out the scented candle in the bathroom right before you take your shower. Even though you think you are doing this so as not to leave a candle lit and unattended while your 4-year-old is up and about, in actuality you are doing it in direct violation of the Universal Candle Rule, which is that any candle that is lit anywhere in the universe must be blown out by Viva, after the “Happy Birthday” song has been sung, even when it is not her birthday.

* Not literally. Visually speaking, this is a rather disturbing image, as it implies that some type of viscous fluid** was dripping from her eyes. If indeed that were the case, I want to assure you that I would not have remained where I was, on the bath mat, with water dripping from my hair, explaining to my offspring that she was being a bit unreasonable. I like to think that I would perhaps have thrown on some clothes and taken my kid to the pediatrician, with great quickness.

** Note: if you Google “is venom viscous” just as a form of copyediting yourself***, you are directed to this site, which provides detailed instruction on how to extract and smoke the venom of the Psychedelic Toad of the Sonoran Desert. I guess I know what I’ll be doing this weekend.

*** I am greatly concerned with quality control. Quality, not quantity!

4 comments:

Cee in SF said...

Toad venom? What a wonderous by-product of your post! Oh, and sorry that Viva is angry at you.

Lisa Blah Blah said...

I know, the toad venom link is really a bonus. Or added value, as they say in the corporate world.

Liz Dwyer said...

Lisa, your blog is great! Your stories really made me laugh. Yeah, my soon to be four year old has these sorts of issues as well. I can't even take the stem off an apple without him flipping out. I made the mistake of letting him watch the Apprentice with me, so when he really gets going, he points his finger a la Trump and tells me, "You're fired!"

Lisa Blah Blah said...

Why, thanks, Liz. Too bad when your little one fires you, there's no severance package involved. Seems like you should get something for your aggravation!