What the hell is this, you wonder? So glad you asked! This, my friends, is the Sippy Cup That Has Been On The Floor For Almost Twenty-Four Hours.
Why do you not just pick up the cup, you wonder? I'll tell you. I DON'T KNOW.
This cup, it lays right in the most highly traveled path in the house, the path from living room to kitchen.
I've stepped over it about sixty-eight times today. I've tripped on it, I've stumbled over it, the cat has sniffed it, the children have jumped over it, my husband has begun to wonder why he agreed to let me stay at home in the first place.
And yet no one has picked up the damn cup.
The longer it is there, the more it annoys me. My hand WANTS to pick up the cup, but some weird compulsion WILL NOT LET ME.
I admit that I am not above doing things out of spite. For instance:
Tailgate me while driving? I will as slow as I possibly can without the car dying, and maybe make rude hand gestures at you.
Tell me I am getting "fluffy"? I will go eat a pint of ice cream in your honor. And many Doritoes. And cookies.
Give me the (unpaid) position of Keeper Of The Home And Children? I will scrub the toilets, wash the dishes, and catch up on the laundry, but I will leave ONE FREAKING SIPPY CUP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FLOOR ALL DAMN DAY LONG. Because I can.
My own little stay-at-home-mom-soap-opera. Will the two year old get thirsty enough to drink the old juice in the cup? Will the four year old show compassion and put it in the sink? Will the mother trip on the cup and break her ankle?
I refuse to let The Cup kick my ass.
No...NO. I will SHOW that cup just WHO is the BOSS around here.
If you wanted to go all Dr. Phil on me, you might say that my refusal to pick up the cup stems from my building frustration with my two toddlers, the fact that my schedule these days is dictated by everyone but myself, and my growing boredom with the tedium of cleaning. And cleaning. And cleaning. You might say that all of the things I'm stressed about, tired of, and frustrated with are manifested in The Cup.
Or, you might just say that I am tired and need to sleep instead of blathering on about a sippy cup.
Either way, you just might be right.
Grrr. Look at it, just DARING me to pick it up.
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You know, I've done the same thing...only a different object. What happened, you ask? Well, let me tell you....it NEVER GOT PICKED UP!!!! I think, as stay at home Moms, we have been used, abused and taken for granted. I LOVE my family....they LOVE me...however, I think men and children are born with some kind of brain malformation that says, stay at home Mom equals personal servant...so, I don't have to pick up anything...and it won't bother me!!! However, this Mom is about ready for the looney bin!!%
I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who does this, lmao!
Perhaps you are just excercising control over one of the only things you feel you HAVE control over, and thus the sippy cup must stay where it is until you find other ways to gain control in your life. Since, you know, you seem to enjoy being in control of your life, and what with being the mother of two toddlers are most likely NOT in control of your own life most days.
Not that I'm trying to offend - you know I love you! - I'm just trying to sound as cool as Dr. Phil. Then, maybe they'll give me my own TV Show and I can stay home with Zoe all day indefinitely.
What do you think?
Sista! I know this cup. It doesn't really care if you pick it up, this way it can just lay around all day...huh? I wounder if that would work for the stay-at-home chicks? That's it, we will stage a "Lay-down"! And when asked what we are doing laying in the kitchen floor for 24 hrs, we can simply reply, "Nothing, you know, it's my job." I wonder if they would respond to the passive/aggressiveness of it all????
Leave it there! I once did this with a peice of lettuce, just after Jack was born. I watched it wither and rot away on the floor, in the name of I just had a csection and I am not bending down to pick that damn thing up.
Soooo, have you picked it up yet?
Mrs S- I think you could be the next dr.phil. Hehehe!
mommascrapbooks - I like that idea!
And for all who are wondering, yes, I finally caved and picked up the cup since no one else ever did. Grrr.
Right this very second my husband & I are having the exact same unspoken argument (for lack of a better word) for the suitcase he used on his last business trip. It's been sitting on the floor in the upstairs hallway, right outside our bedroom door, for EIGHT DAYS now. Sad thing is we have the same "argument" after all his business trips. Sadder still, I always cave first.
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