Dark clouds part across the sky like curtains on a stage. Glorious sunlight streams through and shines radiantly upon those who are favored. If you listen closely the strains of angelic melodies echo faintly. What rapturous delight after endless and seemingly fruitless toil to hear the words,
'Mom's really not so bad. She is reasonable.'
Yes, folks earlier this week my 16 year old stated publicly and in my defense that I was, in fact, a reasonable mother when it comes to assigning chores. Calypso was bemoaning the burdensome responsibility of having to fold her clean laundry and put it away (the laundry I sort, wash, dry, and sort again). Diana leapt to my defense and spoke the words I have recorded above. I considered calling a notary public to have the statement recorded legally for all posterity but I suppose publishing in blogdom will suffice. She hastened to add that my requests were based on actual tasks that truly needed to be accomplished unlike some of the duties assigned to her at work merely for the amusement of superiors who enjoy seeing her put in place.
Mind you this is the child who told me when she was 3 and a half that she'd not be potty trained because she didn't want me to control her. (I am NOT making that up). The same child who at 4 and a half told me I should not interfere with her plans because she knew a lot more than I did. There's a verse in the Bible that speaks of mothers saying, 'Her children shall rise up and call her blessed.' With Diana, I figured out pretty darned quick that 'blessed' would only be uttered (if at all) well after every other adjective she could think of had been used.
'Mom's not that bad.' I'll take it. High praise indeed.
Of course, after she had a fit on me last night at 11 when I picked her up from work and then screamed, 'Shut up. I hate you!' at high enough decibels to wake the dead as she was walking to the bus stop this morning, I doubt she'll have much good to say when I tell her she is not going shopping with her best friend tonight.
Ah well, back to the pits with me. Such is life.