Parents Suck by Theresa L. Vivanco
Chores Suck
Though it’s painful to remove one’s teenage fingers from a video game controller after being wrapped around it for 48 hours, I don’t care. I also don’t care that saving the universe (Starcraft, I curse you!), is a much more important job than washing the dishes or making the bed. If the universe crashes down around us, I want the furniture dusted, kitchen sparkling and carpets vacuumed. It doesn’t make any sense, I know. I’m the type of person that likes to clean the house BEFORE the maid comes. So, sue me.
As a teenager I hated chores, more than most. I used to promise myself that I’d never make my kids do chores because chores suck and parents who make their kids do chores suck even more, like my mother,
Momma’s elfin-sized body could be tucked into your coat pocket, saving on airfare. Her Peruvian cursing so bloodcurdling, I one time dropped a whole gallon of milk when Mom snuck up behind me, rasping, “Caramba!”, because she cut her finger.
As an R.N., Momma proudly donned her uniform with matching white stockings and clogs, mostly working the graveyard shifts. Her starched nursing cap cruelly bobby-pinned into her stiffly hair-sprayed brunette Marge Simpson hairdo and chronic insomnia (caused by her daily 50 cups of saccharin-sweetened freeze dried coffee) made her mean as hell. Not doing my chores didn’t make her any nicer either.
Stomping around the house, coal black eyes bulging from square high-cheek-boned face, she’d stop suddenly, dramatically sweeping two fingers across a dusty picture frame (which nobody even looked at anyway).
“Madre de Dios!” she’d screech, showing us her now dusty fingers, “The house ees feelthy dirty!”
“It is?” my siblings and I would ask, completely oblivious to all but dirt clods larger than our heads.
“Mira!” she’d wail, proving her point once again by arbitrarily sweeping her digits across another dust collecting surface, “Carajo!”
To this day, I still don’t know exactly what ‘carajo’ means, but loosely translated we took it to mean, “Clean the house or die”.
As a parent, you have to suck. If you don’t, it is a proven fact your kids will probably grow up to be homeless drug addicts, politicians, lawyers or, even worse, investment bankers. Bernie Madoff never did a chore in his life, I guarantee you.
Copyright 2010 Theresa L. Vivanco, All Rights Reserved.













