Ms. Hannigan

Lately, I have been trying to get Ella to pick up after herself. Of course, she does not like this idea of mine. When ever I ask her to pick up, she always whines and says she can't do it, and that I need to help her (AKA - I do it all and she does nothing).

Yesterday, I had it! Her room was a disaster and I told her she could not come out until it was picked up. I even offered some help once she started her new job. 20 minutes went by, 45 minutes went by and she still had not lifted one finger. I proceeded to tell her that she would be in there all night if she didn't start working . . . and then she said it . . . "Mom, you are just like Ms. Hannigan!!". For those of you who have forgotten who Ms. Hannigan is, she is the horrible, hag of an orphanage care-taker that does nothing but drink and yell at girls!

That comment stung a little, but then I got to thinking, sometimes I harbor a little "Ms. Hannigan" in me . . .not gonna lie. When the girls are fighting, whining, hitting, screaming, crying and complaining, sometimes the lyrics of "Little Girls" rolls through my head.

"Little girls

Little girls

Everywhere I turn I can see them

Little girls

Little girls

Night and day I eat, sleep and breathe them

Little cheeks

Little teeth

Everything around me is little

If I wring

Little necks

Surely I will get an acquittal!

Some women are dripping with diamonds

Some women are dripping with pearls

Lucky me!

Lucky me!

Look at what I'm dripping with

Little girls

How I hate

Little shoes

Little socks

And each little bloomer

I'd have cracked Years ago

If it weren't for my

Sense of humor

Some day I'll step on their freckles

Some night I'll straighten their curls

Send a flood

Send the flu

Anything that

You can do

To little girls

Some day I'll land in the nut house

With all the nuts and the squirrels

There I'll stay

Tucked away

Until the prohibition of

Little girls!"

So Maybe tonight I'll make cold mush for dinner and then retire to my bathtub full of Gin!

Hahahahahahahahaha!