Thursday, November 10, 2011

Don't Blame Mom: Blame the Politicians

"Yesterday was the most dreaded day of the year for journalists- Election Day and, as a member of the media, I worked until 3 a.m.," I offered, getting blank stares from my three children, who were standing by the front door, backpacks in hand and coats on backwards, wondering why mommy was such a dingbat this morning.  I wasn't complaining; election night is fun and dramatic, actually. I was just trying to explain to my kids why I made so many mistakes the next day as a parent.

I was so tired - tired enough to pour orange juice in the cereal bowls. I was groggy enough to wonder why my youngest was shouting, "But mama I'm not a goy-il; I am a boy!" as I accidentally dressed him in his sister's pink striped tights. I felt sleepily confused to the extent that I mistook the cat for my husband, glaring at him for sitting there and not helping me find missing school library books. But it wasn't my fault, it was the fault of democracy.

"Mama, why did you need to go out so late on election night? I mean, what did you have to do?" my oldest asked. I explained that I needed to talk to the politicians and get their pictures when they won or lost. 
How I spent my election night.

"Oh, so you're the paparazzi," he said, matter-of-fact, adding, "Well, mom, if one of those politicians smashes your camera that would mean you bugged him and that is not his fault."

"Oh, that would totally be his fault," I insisted, realizing I was still wearing my blue fuzzy slippers as I locked the front door.


 "Yes?" I answered, opening the door again to switch my shoes and grab my hot tea that I put in the refrigerator along with a box of Cheerios.

"Did you tell them, 'I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me' ?" My son was singing the Lady Gaga song lyrics in his question, but I cut him off before he finished "papa, papar..," because I felt grumpy.

"Don't you have a bus to catch?" I wondered aloud.
This post appeared as a Point of View in the 12-1-11 issue of Islip Bulletin.

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