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Hating Your Parents

You know how you once thought you would never turn into your parents, and then you realize, “oh fuck, I am totally just like my parents?” Yeah… so do I.

There are many things my mom did to me when I was a kid that I SWORE I would never do. She ate my Halloween candy when I was at school, she also ate my valentine chocolates when I was at school, and then she once bit the head off my Easter bunny when I was at school. OBVIOUSLY I SHOULD HAVE NEVER GONE TO SCHOOL!!!

Along with her penchant for sweets, my mom’s also a compulsive cleaner. If you are eating in her kitchen, she will tidy around you as you try and finish your meal. She will even go as far as to pick up your plate and wipe the table clean mid bite. She is obsessed with order and everything being in the right place – kind of like Martha Stewart on meth.

Because my mom likes things to be neat, she was also always moving our stuff and throwing things out. In her mind it was clutter, but to my brother and me, those He-Man toys were important!!

The way I learned to deal with my mom’s ways was deciding personal possessions are meaningless. One day you could come home, your things would be missing, and you just moved on. Maybe that Godzilla doll did have go, even though now I would never know where its vagina was. These are the questions of my childhood that will remain unanswered.

But it turns out that I am now also a compulsive cleaner. I’m constantly moving Munch’s stuff around and giving away old shitty toys I can’t look at any more. I try to be discerning, and only abandon the objects she discarded, but sometimes my instincts are wrong. There have been moments where she looks at me with rage in her eyes and asks, “Where is that one Barbie shoe that was in that box?! I NEED IT!”

Kids have a lot of fucking shit, and their shit takes over your house like an infestation. In every room there are remnants of plastic toys to step on in the middle of the night. It’s hard to escape, and sometimes you just want to purge and say, “fuck all your stuff.”

In order to deal with the vomit of neon littering the house, I ordered some furniture for Munch’s room so she could better organize her toys. She spent all night putting everything away in just the right place, and we were both happy with the result. But then I went downstairs, looked at the living room, and felt like there was still too much crap. There was a table that was covered with her paraphernalia, and I really wanted it put away.

Okay so here is the thing about Munch. She’s an installation artist. She creates these set ups, and then refuses to play or touch them because she put so much effort into their arrangement. I’m not trying to stifle her vision, but it’s also super annoying because then there are these shrines of her “work” I’m not supposed to touch.

So what did I do?

I cleaned up the fucking table.

What happened when she saw it the next day?

She was fucking pissed!

Toni: I cleaned up in here.
Toni: Last night when you were sleeping.
Toni: I’m sorry. But you wouldn’t let me clean it, and it was driving me nuts.
Toni: Yeah, but then you never played with any of those toys again.
Toni: I’m sorry, but it looked really messy.
Munch: I AM SO CROSS WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Toni: Look, you can’t just put your toys everywhere. That’s not fair.
Toni: It’s right here in these bins.

I showed Munch the bins, and to be honest, I did get rid of some of the things that were on the table. Like I don’t know… a pile of rocks she brought in from the driveway. But I also kept a lot more than I wanted to. Munch then started tearing through the bins and throwing things across the room looking for all her nick nacks.

Toni: Dude, that isn’t fair come with me. Lets go on a tour of this house.

I then proceeded to drag her into every room in the house.

Toni: Whose stuff is this here?
Munch: Mine.
Toni: What about here in this room. Whose stuff is this?
Munch: Mine.
Toni: Come upstairs. What about here in the hallway – whose stuff is this?
Munch: Mine.
Toni: Do you see how your stuff is all over? You can’t monopolize every room in the house! You’re not the only one who lives here. We have to compromise okay?
Munch: Fine. I will make my collection again, and if you touch it, I will throw your computer out the window.

Pretty sure I won’t be touching this table for a while…


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2 Responses to Hating Your Parents

  1. Laszlo Nagy says:

    OK baby sister, I think I am getting this. Munch is pursuing artistic imperatives. You and I know she is basically Napoleon. This is a formidable child who pursues artistic imperatives to the detriment of the house.
    Now I realize our earlier theme was “narcissism” and now we have artistic imperatives. Do the twain meet? Allow me to advance the argument that World War One started because people decided that psychology was to be pursued as an end in the place of beauty. In the former’s defense, it can be said that harmony and proportion are end goals of both, or, to use the oft cited word, balance. It is not without reason that the former replaced the latter as an end objective of a civilizational attainment.
    But what I had best remember is that you must often feel, as a psychic going concern, like a Holy Roman Empire to Munch’s France and my Russia.
    But then, I do enjoin you to consider that clean living does make for its own deleterious legacy that is often projected inward.
    I think a solution to the problem is for the Czar of Music to learn of the creations of the Napoleon of Art on a daily basis so that both despots might harmonize their own policies toward the Holy Roman Empire. This framework for an entente between these two great powers might lead toward a better appreciation of German Engineering and Clean Living. Such communiques may as well benefit from the day’s voyeurism and be put on this blog. When the formidable baby genius then complains of damning impurity bestowed upon her creation, you can refer her to a cyber archive lovingly made by mother. Make sense? Put this on Facebook but I don’t want to honor the peeping toms that run Facebook by posting this upon the book of faces. My little niece has to be here away from the peeping toms of the book of faces. Make sense?

  2. Olga Davidson says:

    Oh how I hear you. You might turn the loft in your house into an Adelia place. She does not have to take over the entire house and you do have to weed out toys. Constantly. Also, saved candy becomes stale candy and attracts vermin. You just have to say that at the end of the day she puts her toys away. She has to do that at school. No harm in setting rules and boundaries.

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