Start your own shower (but please still need me…)!

“Hey Mama, I need to shower!” my soon-to-be eleven year-old shouts from the stairs.

“O.K.” I shout back knowing what’s coming next. “Want me to start the water?”

Before she can answer, I’m halfway there and I can’t help but wonder when she’ll finally be old enough to start the hot water herself. I get to the bathroom door and hear a familiar noise. It’s the water running and Rosie’s singing at the top of her lungs. Pleasantly surprised, I venture off to find her a towel.

In my almost eleven years of Mommyhood, I’ve run thousands of baths and showers. I’ve heard hundreds of screams for a towel after the water’s turned off. And, I can’t count how many times I’ve yelled at my child to “dry off in the bathroom!” instead of creating small puddles all over the place as she treks towards her room (I’ve also slipped a lot on the aforementioned puddles causing my temper to flare).

While I don’t want my child to grow up too fast, I’ve been secretly hoping that someday I’d get a break and she’d become a little bit more independent. I don’t think it’s that difficult to figure out how to set the shower to the right temperature and hop on in. But, so far it hasn’t happened. Until today.

After announcing the need to be clean (of which I’ll never complain as I remember the stringy hair of one of my little sister’s friends at this age) she went right on in and turned the water on. Then she jumped on in and started to sing one of her favorite songs from dance. I had to smile and dash off to get a towel before she bellowed for help or trailed water throughout the house.

I turned the knob to toss in the towel and nothing happened. So, I tried it again. That’s when it hit me. She locked the door.

I stood outside the door a little bit shocked and frustrated. While I wanted her to grow up a little bit and I’d love to stop waiting on her, it’s the first time she didn’t need me. And, to top it off, she locked me out. Needless to say I was more than a little hurt as I dejectedly walked back downstairs.

I pouted a bit as I cleaned the kitchen. I tried to busy myself and not think about the fact that Rosie didn’t need me (or want me if the lock was any indication). I had to remind myself that this is what I was wishing for and I needed to get over it. That’s when I heard the water stop.

I listened to the silence for a moment and was pleasantly surprised to hear my child yell.

“Mama! HELP! I forgot a towel!” Rosie shrieked in panic.

“Just a sec!” I yelled back.

I ran up the stairs and retrieved the towel that I sat right outside the door and then I knocked. The lock made a loud POP and the door swung open just long enough to see a long, thin arm emerge to grab the towel. And, then it shut again.

I walked away singing to myself. I was still needed and it felt good. Now, if I could just figure out how to break that darn lock.


Yep, I’d make a terrible lawyer

I almost went to law school. Twice. The first time was straight out of college. I took the LSAT, got a good score and was ready to apply when I discovered that my right brain was calling me back to Journalism school (I also took the GRE and GMAT. If it was a standardized test, I was going to conquer it). So, I got a masters degree in advertising instead.

The second time I felt the desire to take up law as a profession was in grad school. For some unknown (and I must admit quite warped reason), two of my favorite classes were Journalism Law and Ethics (yes, the latter may be an oxymoron). I loved the critical thinking, case studies and was fascinated by the ability of the court system to employ rational, deductive thinking strategies at all times. I seriously considered law school then, but I was tired of being poor and eating processed food out of boxes, so I passed.

I’ve often wondered what like would be like if I had pursued that path. If high school debate was any indicator, I was perfectly suited for the career. I could effectively present either side of an argument and I had the ability to be objective the majority of the time. I also had (and still do, my friends laugh at me) lots of theories about why people are inclined to behave the way they do. That’s the right brained side of me and sometimes you have to be creative. Especially when you’re a defense attorney.

However, after watching the Casey Anthony trial, I’m thoroughly convinced that I’d make a lousy lawyer. While I’m outraged at the jury’s decision, I do believe that they came to the right conclusion without any concrete evidence. The logical part of me understands that’s how our system works and for every person that may go free, it protects others that are innocent from conviction. Yet, as a mother, I’m conflicted.

I think Casey Anthony’s behavior is reprehensible. What mother parties and lies for 31 days knowing her child is dead? Then lies to police for over three years? I think she’s despicable and the emotional side of me is just disgusted that this woman was not convicted of anything relating to her daughter’s disappearance. And, that’s why I’d be terrible lawyer.

There’s no way I could defend someone like Casey Anthony. I couldn’t put all the doubt and disgust out of my mind. I actually think I’d be physically ill listening to all her lies and trying to come up with a way to get her off. I’d have trouble sleeping and even looking at myself in the mirror. I wouldn’t be able to do my job.

So, I think I made the right choice in life when I passed on law school. It’s too bad it took me 20 years to figure that out. But the bigger shame, is that it’s not a crime to conceal the death of your child. And, that being a terrible mother isn’t either.

How would you like to be the most hated woman in America?

Well, Jose Baez, you did it. You got Casey Anthony off. And, since most of us thought she was guilty as sin, what a feat! I’m sure now you will go on to fame and fortune just like the O.J. attorneys. Best of luck to you.

I am sick over the acquittal of Casey Anthony. I do realize that in the United States one is innocent until proven guilty. I also understand the reasonable doubt deal, but I so wanted justice for poor Caylee. What mother parties and lies for 31 days after her child goes missing. It’s so wrong on so many levels. I can’t believe she’s going to go free.

Or is she?

While the jurors were only privy to the testimony in court, the rest of us watched the trial on a daily basis. We heard all the conjecture and commentary on CNN. We tweeted, talked about it on Facebook and couldn’t wait for a verdict. We jumped on the “fry Casey Anthony” bandwagon and wanted to take a ride.

Casey Anthony is probably the most hated woman in America right now. She’s a sociopath and a liar. Whether she killed her child or not, most of the public thinks she’s guilty. And, that might be a jail sentence in itself.

How do you go get a job (if she chooses to work because we all know she hasn’t done that in years) once you’ve been labeled a child killer? Or, find a nice safe place to live (this may cost law enforcement some more dough)? How about a quick trip to the grocery store? Casey may never experience life like a normal person again. And, I think that’s a good thing.

While Casey may have gotten away with murder, she successfully killed her old life. No longer able to pull the wool over George and Cindy’s eyes, she’s probably lost her free ride. It’s hard to want to pay the bills when you’ve been called a molestor by your child.

Casey Anthony won’t be in jail for long, but she’ll spend the rest of her life with people watching and whispering about her every move. She’ll never truly be free. I hope finds it to be a little slice of hell.

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