Surviving the Quizmaster
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My daughter is trying to push me to the brink. I’m usually
already halfway there - so she doesn't need to push hard. But god help me, she
is going to shove me over the edge and throw hives of raging hornets at me on
the way down. She is out to destroy me. I
can see it in her eyes.
That was the point at which I jumped out of the car. I think it was right around Syracuse. I don’t really remember with the concussion and all.
Don't be fooled by this sweet face.
What I am talking about are the questions. The incessant,
mind numbing, repetitive and ridiculous questions. Every day is ground hog day
with a barrage of familiar rapid fire questions aimed right at the soft spot in
my brain. Every day it’s like I am trapped on the worst quiz show ever. Where
are we going? Are you going left? Why didn’t you go left? Is that light green?
What does green mean? Green means go, right mommy? Are we going to daycare? Are
you going to work? Can I watch Dora? Where are we going? Can I take off my
shoes?
This is every day on the way to daycare. A five minute ride
is turned into the ultimate test of patience. When she gets going, she takes me
to a level of hell that I had never before experienced. For example on our
recent vacation, a road trip to Canada – a seven hour trip…each way – the questions
were relentless. And it wasn’t even the even the questioning, it was the lack
of variety. I was on a quiz show that I couldn’t win.
Izzy: Are we going on a trip
Me: yup, we are on it. We’re going to Canada
Izzy: Are we on the trip?
Me: yes
Izzy: NO WE NOT! Where is the trip?
Me: we are on it.
Izzy: Can my baby come on the trip?
Me: sure.
Izzy: don’t say sure! Mommy you’s supposed to say ‘yes!’. Say YES mommy.
Me: Ye—
Izzy: are we going on a trip? Can I get out now? Can I take off my shoes? Are
we going on a trip?
Me: ::FML. Six more hours of this shit? The Husband better not go any
slower than 55mph or I am jumping the eff out::
.....Pause......
Izzy: Are we going on a trip
That was the point at which I jumped out of the car. I think it was right around Syracuse. I don’t really remember with the concussion and all.
I know this is a completely normal part of development for
her age. And hell, with the number of questions she’s asking, she might just be
advanced. But what developmental stage is this for me, the mother? What exactly
is it supposed to teach me? I’ve done every motherhood stage:
-
The ‘up
all night and survive’ maternity leave stage
o
To this day I am still in awe of how little
sleep I can run on. My husband on the other hand…well, the little prince needs
his beauty rest. I learned that coffee is and always will be the ultimate BFF.
-
The ‘up
all night, survive, and not get fired from your job because you frequently fall
asleep at your desk’ stage
o
In addition to what I learned above, I also
learned that 8 hours of work is really 16. I need to talk to someone about
adjusting my paycheck.
-
The ‘oh
my god my I’m just like my mom’ phase
o
::SHUDDER::
That is all.
-
The ‘for
god sake keep your clothes on in public!’ stage
o
I learned that naked is great fun and everyone
should run around nude when they can. Of course the fun ends when your toddler
discovers that boys and girls have different parts and that some of their parts
have ummm….shrubbery…and they start
asking questions.
- The ever
favorite potty training and the ‘No you don’t need to go again’ public bathroom
exploration phase
o
I’ve learned the true value of that 6 gallon
bucket of hand sanitizer that my husband bought at BJ’s. Seriously y’all, if
you are gonna hover, at least wipe up after yourself. Do you realize how time
consuming it is to make a pee-pee tent for a toddler? I don’t even want to talk
about port-o-potties.
But for all the torturous, mind melting stages we’ve been
through, this is by far the worst. I
hereby dub it ‘Surviving the Quizmaster’. I have no idea what the lesson is
other than how do I A.) not kill myself B.) keep myself from pulling
off my own ears or C.) not kill myself.
And just when I thought this phase should pass soon, someone
was kind enough to inform me that their 7 and 10 year olds are the exact same
way.
I am currently reviewing options A, B and C again to resolve
this issue.