Friday, October 25, 2013
Looking Out For My Welfare
ME: I need you to fold the clothes, please.
BUG: Mom, I will.
ME: Nope. On my time. You have chores and you are not doing them.
ME: The world has stopped until the clothes get done.
BUG: Mom, I am sick of this (stomp, stomp). I can't even relax. I don't want to fold the clothes.
ME: You must do your chores first, play later.
BUG: Ugh! I am so sick of this. I am really getting sick of being treated like this.
ME: Really? Because you have to fold a load of laundry? How do you think I feel?
BUG: Happy because you are torturing me. I hate this. I hate this!
ME: I don't like your attitude. Nor is talking back going to help you, because now you can fold the next load, too.
BUG: MOM! I cannot go on living like this! (yelling)
MOM: (yelling and imitating her in drama fashion) Me either! Welfare moms get treated better than me!
BUG: (big eyes) Oh, Mom, I am so sorry. (hugs the mommy) I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
ME: What you are going to be nice to me now after your fit?
BUG: Mom, I'm sorry. I'm just emotional. BTW, this is really weird hugging you when you aren't wearing a bra underneath your sweatshirt.