I have three daughters. I think it goes without saying I do a hell of a lot of laundry. There… I said it anyway. So when I was doing laundry (machines are in my garage, but that’s a complaint for another time) I happened to accidentally bump into the plastic garbage can that I keep next to the washing machine. You know… for lint and crap. I bump into it and hear a little jingle. A jingle that sounded something like broken glass.
Hmmm… broken glass? In a laundry garbage can? Suspicious.
Sure enough, there was a broken drinking glass in that garbage can.
How did it get there? Let me back up a bit.
Earlier in the day, I noticed Temera was making smoothies for her and her friends. I must applaud her for preparing a relatively healthy snack. Clap, clap, clap. So she poured the smoothies into glasses. Real glasses. Never mind that we had plenty of PLASTIC cups sitting right on the kitchen counter. Seems that would be more practical, but who am I to know?
She took those GLASSES outside. Call me crazy, but I don’t take GLASS outside. But yes, she took them outside where the girls and their friends were having a little picnic. Complete with mini Nutella sandwiches and cheese sandwiches. Cute.
Let’s jump ahead once again, shall we?
Back to the broken glass in my garbage can. I was not pleased. I said nothing. Sometimes I get so fed up it’s best just to let it go for the moment.
And later that night, as hubby and I are catching up on some month old recorded television, Temera came over to say goodnight. It was then I remembered.
Mom: Hey Honey… is there something you want to tell me?
Temera: No
Mom: Are you sure? There was something in the garbage can in the garage. Do you want to tell me about it?
Temera: I don’t know what you mean.
Mom: You don’t?
Temera: No (giggle, giggle)
(May I interject that when my daughter giggles and smiles, I know for a fact that she is lying to me.)
Mom: There was a broken glass in the garbage. Does that ring a bell?
Temera: Really?
Mom: You were the last one using the glasses for the smoothies. Now do you remember?
Temera: Okay, I’ll tell you what happened. But it wasn’t my fault.
Mom: Really? All of a sudden you got your memory back?
Temera: So here’s the story. Ba ba ba ba ba.
Mom: I’m sorry, am I supposed to know what that means?
Temera: Well, Beth (names have been changed to protect the guilty) tripped over the table and knocked the glass over and it broke.
Mom: Who put it in the garbage?
Temera: I don’t know. (Complete with shoulder shrug.)
Mom: Great. Why did you lie to me?
Temera: I didn’t lie.
Mom: You told me you didn’t know what happened.
Temera: No I didn’t. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t lie.
Mom: You lied to me.
Temera: (Another shoulder shrug… followed by a snicker and a smile.)
You know how sometimes you just want to ground them for the rest of their life? Yep… that’s kind of what I wanted to do. But then she came over and kissed me goodnight. I gave in. I’ll just ground her until morning. Which basically means she just needs to go to bed. And since it’s 9:00 pm that isn’t a huge punishment.
And she thinks I’M difficult.
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