When I was little my mom used to come into my bedroom, bright and early with the vacuum cleaner blaring full blast and peep "Rise and Shine! Don't sleep your life away!" Not only was this a highly irritating way to wake up but it was always a bit of a thorn in my side. Pissed me off to no end. I mean, really? WHO does this? I thought surely this was some sort of child abuse. The nice, subtle kind that no one could see or really do anything about but a true jab between mother and daughter. I used to think "Jeez, she really wants my room to be clean." Now my opinion is changing regarding her motives...
I am up for the 2nd time already tonight with the 3YOG. She woke me 1st at 11:08pm, kindly let me fall back asleep and then felt the need to bellow like a banshee again at 12:28am. I am now reeling so heavily that I had to get out of bed and release my anger to cyber space lest it eat me alive! Now, I realize that I shouldn't let such things get to me this way but I am who I am and that is where I am leaving that.
So after sitting (or laying) with my ire and for some reason remembering my mom's "cleaning ritual" I am now beginning to think she did this, not out of neurosis for a sparkling carpet but for pure revenge! I figure if I drove her 1/10th of the crazy that my girl drives me I got off easy with the Vacuum Cleaner of Doom. When I think about it, this really was a stroke of genius--the perfect crime. Giving her kid the proverbial middle finger at the crack of dawn just to even up the score. Just to have that bit of satisfaction, knowing that Baby Girl didn't always win and Mom was racking up points too. This would explain the large smile she always exuded and the lilt in her voice upon entry. Unfortunately, I will never know the REAL truth about this so my hypothesis can not be proven or debunked. I am only left with my so-called maternal instinct which is subsequently bringing to the forefront many acts that I can now find possible double meaning to. She had a wide arsenal so I have a lot of remembering to do. So now I am faced with the decision...does My Mya get "The Vacuum" in the morning?
OMG!! My mother used to do the same thing! She either came in with the vacuum cleaner or emptied the dishwasher so loudly, all the plates were banging together!! i will never forget one particular morning where I had too much tequila the night before and was really suffering from a nasty hangover! She came in my room and told me it was time to get up and vacuum the house for her!!! I cried, vomited and begged and finally told her the truth. Her response-" I know, everyone has called this morning wondering if you are alive"! I never did make it out of bed to vacuum but I know it was definitely her way of getting even. I've also tried to stay away from Tequila shots-lesson learned!!!
ReplyDeletewow, katie! i didn't get the vacuum cleaner but as you recall my room was right next to the washing machine....EVERY saturday morning she started a load of laundry at the butt crack of dawn....the sound of the knob being pulled out and turned to the wash cycle still sends shivers down my spine!!! and the rise and shine bit???? oh ya....will never forget that one either. at least you're not alone in your memories....love you!!!!
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