crucible of ennui

Last night Catherine & I went to hear my niece’s choir sing Christmas songs at a local church complex. Cat did okay, but it was hard for her to keep still towards the end of the performance.

It was pretty much over for us when the pastor guy was doing his end of festivities prayer and Cat was all over the place. I did the mommy-face and asked her to please sit still for just 2 more minutes and then she took a swipe at me.

Game. Over.

She instantly knew she crossed the line. I gathered our stuff up and we walked to just outside the church because I think there’s a no beating policy in most places of worship. I was pretty pissed off and needed a frame of reference other than myself or a 3 year old and called Glenn. I think it was probably punishment enough to have to listen to me tell her father what she had done and even worse was when we actually got home. As we drove the 5 minutes home, I was in Mommy-lecture mode. We walked up to the porch and she looked at me like, “Aren’t you going to open the door?” and I was all, “No - you need to go in and deal with THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR ACTIONS.” Dude - so when did the ghost of my mother take over my body.

The final punishment - 3 nights no Wii.

I am Sweeney Mom.