You know, when I was a teenager, there were a lot of things I thought would just magically happen when I became an adult. For example, I thought all adults liked to clean. I thought it was just part of the transformation into adulthood--the desire and propensity to clean instilling themselves into your psyche. Yeah, uh, that never happened. I also thought adults had endless amounts of time. I mean, I was soooo busy as a teenager, but when I was an adult I would sit around more and do boring adult stuff and therefore would be able to devote my time to studying and bettering the world. What was I thinking? I have less time now. And finally, I thought adults had the ability to control their fits of laughter at inappropriate times. Especially during important parenting moments, like the following situation.
My eight year old daughter was wearing my ten year old daughter's shorts (using the excuse of no clean laundry or something of that nature [seriously, who isn't doing the laundry?]). The ten year old upon seeing them, complained, "Mo-om, she's wearing my shorts."
"It's fine. I'll do some laundry later, just let her wear them," I, being the perfect peacemaker, said.
The eight year old chimed in with, "They're so huge they could fit a hippo's bottom."
My ten year old promptly responded, "No wonder why they fit you perfectly."
I know, I know. I should've said, "You will have time to think about how to be nice to your sister while you sit in your room for ten minutes." That's what a responsible adult would've done. But instead, I thought, wow, when did my ten year old learn such good come backs and I laughed. Mom of the year award, right?