The Polls at the Halls

I'm pretty sure that if Dan Jones and associates came and polled at the Hall house yesterday, there would have been a sizable drop--in the popular vote. The C.M.O. (chief mothering officer) made some requests, and then followed up afterwards with tactics that brought her ratings fairly low.

By the time she'd used her "cross" voice and confiscated an unruly "sleepy" (blanket) that was being used to whip innocent bystanders and then wipe the dirty floor, her popularity had reached a nearly all time low. As she said between clenched teeth and with ferocity, "I am tired of this disobedience" she managed to free the "sleepy" from the rebel child. The fleece came with such speed, that it's tail flew upward and brought half of the wall wreath on it's way back down.

That did it. She then did what any self-respecting C.M.O. would do: She fled the scene, and marched up to her room. Behind the locked door she considered her options. They seemed bleak. She knew that her only real shot at re-election would be to go down and apologize to some; go up and tuck another (now sobbing) child in.

And then she recalled something very important: She wasn't going to be up for re-election. She hadn't run for office in the first place. She had fallen in love with a funny boy named Star, married him, made some pretty serious promises, and borne some pretty wonderful babies. Those babies came pre-wired and proved challenging, but she didn't want a different job. She was pretty good at her mothering most of the time. In fact, if this C.M.O. saw her overall ratings on a spread sheet, she'd probably feel like, all things considered, she couldn't ask for a better job situation. All things considered, however, she thought she'd better pray.

This just in: The C.M.O. of the Hall Household will retain her position for yet another term.