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Karmic Justice

February 9, 2013

I found myself giving the kids an introductory lesson on the principles of Karma the other day when we were in the car.

We were driving to the grocery store (of course) and were cut off by some obnoxious driver (read: male) who apparently REALLY needed to get to Wegmans.

The kids were aghast at the brazenness of this errant driver – it was the equivalent of a glove slap, and Mommy had been challenged to a duel. They wanted me to follow him and make it right (read – put him in time out), and when I refused, they wanted to call Daddy.

Instead of calling in the big guns, I took the opportunity to explain my devout belief in Karma, and how the universe would make right what I couldn’t.

They were intrigued, and that made me proud. In honor of that successful parenting moment, I decided against falsely parking in the “expectant mothers” parking spot like I usually do, lest Karma prove my point and come get me.

After an especially challenging family dinner the other night, I spent some time thinking about Karma as I lay tearfully, full-fetal rocking in the usual puddle of spilled milk and dreams under the dinner table. From my half-conscious state, I had a perfect vision of true Karmic justice.

You see, someday these children will be grown and I will be OLD. And if I do my job well, they might even invite my old ass over for dinner. When they do, I plan to fully seize the opportunity and make sure Karmic justice is done.

This means I have no choice but to…

1. Enter their house early… without knocking. Hopefully, they will be in the bathroom/shower, which I will also enter without knocking.
2. Throw my coat, my purse and ALL of its contents (and a few random leaves, twigs and small wild animals I somehow picked up along the way) all over the floor of the entryway and the front room.
3. Keep my shoes on, and immediately find a way to leave muddy (orthopedic) footprints on their couch, kitchen table, the comforter on their bed and – as an added intriguing bonus – the hood of their car.
4. Ask them what they are making for dinner, and then no matter the answer, faux vomit, possibly so realistically that I ACTUALLY vomit. On the floor.
5. (Track vomit footprints onto the hood of their car.)
6. Take the remote (preferably prying it out of their hand) and turn on a bizarre cartoon that has the unpleasant side effect of causing them to have acid-like flashbacks.
7. Turn said cartoon’s volume up as loud as the TV will allow.
8. When they tell me its time for dinner, fall on the floor and scream and cry about having to turn off my favorite hallucinogenic cartoon.
9. Sit down to dinner, look at the painstakingly prepared food on the table, and commence gagging.
10. Ask for/demand a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
11. Refuse the peanut butter and jelly sandwich because the jelly is on the wrong side.
12. Feed the peanut butter and jelly sandwich to the dog.
13. Demand Cheerios.
14. Refuse the Cheerios because they look slightly oval instead of circular.
15. Feed the deformed oblong Cheerios to the dog.
16. Pour my milk on the floor.
17. Cry because I spilled my milk.
18. Cry so hard I need to roll around on the floor for emphasis.
19. Roll in my milk.
20. Cry because my shirt is wet.
21. Take off my shirt.
22. Demand ice cream.
23. Eat ice cream.
24. Cry because eating the ice cream with no shirt on is making me cold.
25. Insist that someone “hold me” while I eat my ice cream.
26. Make said person spoon feed me the ice cream.
27. Cry because I have an ice cream headache.
28. Punch the person who fed me my ice cream too fast and gave me an ice cream headache.
29. Cry so hard I fall asleep in my bowl of ice cream.

And finally, the piece de resistance:

30. Somehow manage to poop in every toilet in the house and flush NONE of them.

Hopefully whatever they feed me has A LOT of food coloring.

I’m not saying this will be easy. Or fun. I don’t make the (Karmic) rules.

And if true what-goes-around-comes-around justice is done, and if everything does actually come full- circle, then they will take one look at their elderly, shirtless Mom sleeping in her ice cream bowl and swell with love and pride.

…and then take a BIG gulp of wine.

Liz is a mom of three, a wife, a public servant, a yogi, a blogger, and an occasional wino. She blogs on her site, My Asparagus Pee, because its cheaper than therapy and she can do it without pants on.

by on Feb. 9, 2013 at 1:46 PM
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batjmom
by Sarah on Feb. 12, 2013 at 10:23 AM
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Madelaine
by on Feb. 12, 2013 at 10:32 AM
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Funny!

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by on Feb. 14, 2013 at 1:24 PM
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