Yesterday I had one of those days that only moms can have, I think. One of those days where you spend an hour making dinner, two hours washing clothes, only 1/5 belonging to you, telling your kids to practice the piano, kids telling you how much they hate ballet, bastketball, etc while your husband is upset that they aren’t in swim club.
Those days you wonder when you applied for the job of personal assistant to four different and highly demanding people for absolutely no pay and basically no benefits.
One of those days.
And when I reached my point of no return and started to open my mouth, I saw my three children in ten years sitting in their high school guidance counselors’ office saying: “Well, it all started when our mom told us to go to hell.”
So instead I shoved my daughter into a ballet leotard, got her into the car and grabbed a Melissa Etheridge CD. And then I blasted “I Want to Come Over” and sang it at the top of my lungs. It is a great song to sing at the top of your lungs. It works for almost every occasion. It even has the word ‘hell’ in it which is a very cleansing word to yell, even when not telling people to go there.
My daughter sat with her hands folded, very nicely in her seat. She may be demanding, but she’s not an idiot. She was also very quiet when, during the guitar rift, I leaned over and told her that when she was older and broke up her with her boyfriend, this would be the perfect song for her to sing. I then continued with the chorus. Very cleansing experience.
And now I will only have one kid in her counselor’s office saying: “It all started when my mom made me listen to Melissa Etheridge on the way to ballet. And she sang along. Really loud.”