woe is me

a note to the reader: this is a story I tell often to illustrate to people that I have always been a dramatic crazy person. in a fun way. I do not remember this story. this is how it was told to me.

I was about 5 years old and it was time for me to go to bed. I had been enjoying watching TV with my parents in the living room but now, it was time for me to go to bed.

My dad put me to bed, tucking me in like he did so many nights after that.

And then I came back down and sat down to watch TV with them, hoping they would not notice the young girl that had joined them in the room. Unfortunately, I was not as invisible as I would have liked and was brought back to bed.

This same thing happened again and again. I came downstairs right after they put me to bed. The first few times, they thought it was funny. I'm sure their amusement egged me on (I was not so different then). On the 4th or 5th time, they got mad and my dad spanked my bottom up the stairs back to bed. I cried. I screamed.

And then, I emerged at the top of the stairs. I descended a few steps, close enough to my parents that I had their attention. I sighed loudly and dramatically and put the back of my hand to my forehead and exclaimed, "Woe is me!" I made a show of myself as I flounced down the stairs into the room, hoping my melodramatioc antics might allow me a few more minutes in front of the tube. They did not. I received a raised eyebrow and was told I needed to go to bed.

I was brought back to bed again and this time, I stayed.