True tales from the green attendant of her royal pink princess
My job is no longer mom. No, my pink princess 3 year old daughter has given me a new job. I am now her personal attendant. Because, of course, princesses must have attendants - and I am hers. Near as I can tell, being her attendant isn't all that much different from being mom. I must wash her face in the morning (using only a pink washcloth, of course), pick up her dirty clothes, pick out and fluff her pink dress, find her matching socks and shoes, and escort her to her royal carriage, accompanied by her body servant (her brother) and her footman (her dad). I then must pick up her toys, make her bed, and otherwise cleanup after her princess self. I also do her laundry, her grocery shopping, and keep her calendar. And then go to my other job.
Her princess phase is, at least so far, better than her pony phase. Last year, she insisted she was a pony. And since that was her potty training year, she learned to pee standing up. Why? My son is an avid watcher of the various nature shows, and told my daughter that ponies pee standing up. So that is what she did - stood up over the toilet to pee - since princess ponies pee standing up.
But now she appears to left her pony phase behind, and moved into the princess phase. And she is defintely a princess. When asked to pick up the toys strewn about her room, she confidentally picks up her magic (wand) and waves it, chanting "Bippity boppity boo."
Of course, when nothing happens, she demands her attendant.
"Please pick this up," she asks. "The magic didn't work today."
And yes, I pick it up, with her help, of course. I only wish the magic would work. I would love to solve my housekeeping issues with a magic wand and bippity-boppity-boo.
While I don't really mind her princess phase, it does clash with my efforts to go green. Let me tell you, it is difficult to get a pink princess to go green. Our current tug-of-war is over nail polish. My son goes to karate 3 times a week, and right next door is a nail salon. So, my daughter wants to get her nails done and "be fancy." And, I suffer significant mommy guilt since she sits through karate classes 3 times per week. Plus, she has been forced to sit through my son's soccer and baseball. So, I let her get polish.Continued on the next page