Friday, June 20, 2008

How To Unload On The Nearest Available Punching Bag, Or

Why I'm An Unfit Mother

—early this morning—

EM: Mom? Can I play on your computer?

Me: NO! grrrrrrnashgrumblegrrrrrr IT’S LATE! grrrrrrrr BUS COMING! ahrrrrgggggg EAT BREAKFAST! NOW! FASTER! EATEATEAT! grumblegrumblegrrrrrrrrr

room fills with disgusting slurping, sucking, crunching noises as EM warily munches on her Cheerios, earning her several more grumblegrumblepissmoanstinkeye’d grrrrrrrrrs while my tea takes a FUCKING ETERNITY to steep

EM: Um. Mom?

Me: grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

EM: Um. Can you, um. Can you make a different lunch for me today? I’m bored with bologna lately.

grrrrrrrrrrrr ALWAYS COMPLAINING nashgrumblegrrrrrrrrrrrr UNGRATEFUL mumblemumblegrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr SPIT IT OUT THEN. WHADDUHYA' WANT! nostrilsflairingunattractivelygrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

EM: Um. I always like peanut butter and honey.



EM: Mom?

Me: WHAT! NOW! grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

EM: I’m sorry I made you in a bad mood.

room fills with foul smelling vapor as hot air seeps slowly pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff out of my fat head

Me: I woke up in a bad mood, EM. It’s not your fault.

EM: Why are you in a bad mood?

Me: mumblemumblegrrrrrr Dunno

EM: Was it your date with dad last night? Was it Daddy? thoughtful silence Did he embarrass you? I get mad like that when he embarrasses me.

Director's Note: In order to do this piece the dramatic justice it deserves, you will need to study any of the brilliantly rendered battle scenes from the Power Rangers television series. Pure theatrical genius, those.

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