Just Wait 'Til You Have Kids!

My mom - along with, like, 90 bazillion other moms out there - has always enjoyed saying, "Just wait until you have your own kids!" I think she secretly relished in the thought that someday, years in the future, I would realize with perfect clarity how much hell she went through.

And now that I do have kids of my own, sure enough, I've got a sneaking suspicion that I'm being karmically punished for the irritating things I heaped upon my mom when I was a child. Which gave me an idea: maybe if I apologize to my mom for some of my worst infractions now, I won't be punished for them later. Because I don't know how many more poo-smeared fiascos I can take.

So without further ado ... Mother dear, I give you this public apology for the following misdeeds:

- Painting my dollhouse with nail polish. Yes, Mom, I did realize it was salon polish. I stood right there as you paid like thirteen dollars for the "good stuff" as opposed to the two bucks you'd have usually forked over. But the fact that it was a salon brand means nothing to a four-year-old ... especially a four-year-old who was intrigued by the round bottle. And who also had a dollhouse that would look SUPER AWESOME painted with such a fabulous mauve! You have to admit, it looked smashing on that lime-green plastic table.

- Ordering $75 worth of toys C.O.D. Hey, I was only seven, and all I knew was that I couldn't write a check or use a credit card. So I chose the only other option - cash on delivery - to order my Samantha doll some kick-ass accessories. She needed a lunchbox and a backpack and schoolbooks, Mom. Geez. I guess you're pretty lucky that they didn't let me complete the transaction because I (obviously) wasn't eighteen.

- Moving 90% of our belongings into the (muddy) back yard while you were at work. Okay, in retrospect it was a pretty stupid thing to do. But I was almost certain that our house was heating up somewhere within the insulation, and was sure to blow up any minute.* I was trying to save our stuff, damn it!

*I may or may not have come to that conclusion when I held my Hypercolor socks up to the wall and they changed color.  

- Putting eggs in your shampoo. I was just playing "mix" with my friend Bobbie - the same Bobbie who helped me move all our stuff into the yard. We were creating a whole line of beauty products. Those eggs were to turn your boring old shampoo into a nourishing protein pack! Ever thought of just being grateful that your daughter cared about the health of your hair? Huh Mom? HUH?

- Dyeing my hair purple. And red. And blue. And green. And shaving the underside of it off. And letting my friends use our patio to dye their hair said colors while you were at work, thus unfairly saddling you with the scorn of those friends' parents because you "let us" do it at our house.

- Lying about my first serious boyfriend's age. You nearly had a heart attack when I told you he was eighteen, so can you imagine what would have taken place if I'd told you that he was actually twenty-one?! I was just protecting (myself) you from a major freakout. Because, like, I was a grown woman of fourteen years old and I knew everything, duh. Your inevitable forbidding of our dating would've like ruuuuuined my liiiiiiife!

There you go, Mom. I'm sorry for all that stuff ... especially now that I'm worried it'll come back to haunt me!
  


Comments

  1. I am immediately and most distubed by a 21 year old dating a 14 year old. EWWW! I'm just saying.

    Love the rest of your apologies. Kids are just so darn naughty. Sounds like you kept your Mom hopping for sure!

    Good luck with the whole idea that you've somehow avoided karma here. You have all boys right? Hmmmm, something tells me you're in for worse, MUCH worse. bwahahahaahaha

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  2. For your sake, I really, really hope this works.

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  3. What a kid you were. painting your dollhouse with nail polish. wow

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  4. You were terrible, you deserve punishment! ;)
    But I wish your mother and universe and Karma will forgive you.

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  5. 21 and 14....ick.

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  6. you must have been one hot to trot 14 year old!
    Now that I have a 12 year old, my mom just smiles and laughs whenever I tell her something the child did. I know I am in for a long and wild ride!

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  7. I am a bit worried for my past ills I've committed againts the parents. I know, I will utter the words "dead in a ditch somewhere" as many times as my mother did... *smacks forehead* WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?!?!!?

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  8. LOL, I forgave you the moment you gave me those three amazing grandsons!
    Since I'd already been through this with your four older siblings, I thought I'd seen everything and heard every excuse, but you managed to invent some new ones. I think karma came back to bite my butt for all the stuff I did back in my hippie days. (Sigh) Well, live and learn. Nevertheless, you've got some interesting experiences to navigate for the next 18 years or so.....hang on! ;o)
    And by the way, I still think you & your siblings are the reason I have to color my hair! Love you!

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  9. Wow girl - I think you owe mama and the karma gods a helluva lot more than an apology! Especially that last one - having been in a similar situaiton with my own daughter, I can say - 'taint no picnic! Treat mom to a spa day for cryin out loud!

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  10. I've thought that I should hurry and apologize to my mom to prevent karma from coming and kicking my butt. But as I'm too late and my children have already wrecked havoc on my sanity, I think I'll save my apologies.

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  11. You are too funny. As a mom, I can say on behalf of your mom, "too little, too late" - you are doomed. It is how mother nature works. tee hee. Have a good weekend.

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  12. very good of you to apologize. hopefully your kids apologize to you sometime in the distance. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand the fun continues for all generations that follow. :)

    have a fab weekend!

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  13. won't work, lol, you are still in for it.

    I was actually a really (abnormally) good kid, so I thought karma would reward me - all I have to do is remember Morgan putting wax in her waist length hair to "dred" it, and the next 48 hours that followed! She has one heck of a time coming with Drake!

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  14. OMG! I think I'll show this post to MY Mom so she can appreciate how, in comparison, good I actually was! ha ha

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  15. My little sister had a hypercolor t shirt!

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  16. hi there i am your newest followers and i have to say that i love your blog and i look forward to reading your future post

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  17. Whoa, Rita! I think you're in for it. You were quite the prankster!

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  18. You have made me realize I was an unnaturally "good" girl - my mom must have put the fear of God (or mom) in me or sumthang! Phew you were a corker - you're the one all of us wanted to be back then!

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  19. Ohhhh! You might be in trouble, public apology or not.

    LisaDay

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