That’s Not How This Works
Ane: “Mom, I need a masquerade mask.”
Me: “Okay. How soon?”
Ane: “It’s due Wednesday.”
Me: “Okay, when did you get this assignment?”
Ane: “Last Wednesday.”
Me: “You’ve known that you needed a mask HOW LONG and you’re just bringing it up NOW???”
It was Monday night.
Ane: “No, I told you about it while we were at the zoo!”
Me: “OH YES OF COURSE, WE SHOULD HAVE GRABBED ONE AT THE ZOO SHOP.”
Ane: “I have to decorate it and paint it.”
Me: “By Wednesday?”
Ane: “Yeah. It needs to be a paper one that can be painted.”
I’ll spare you the rest of the gory details/phone calls, but the mask was procured in a late-night trip to Michaels, and Ane now owes her dad a lunch at Chick-fil-A for bailing her out.
Every time she does this, it feels like karma coming back to bite me in the butt. Though I don’t think I did this to my mother quite this often. (And Mom, I am sorry.)