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A Woman's Job

Emma has just declared to me (with her little hands balled up into fists and placed defiantly on her hips) that a woman doesn't give up on her job until it is done. It is hard to not laugh at her little lip stuck out as she tries not to cry.  You see, this heroically delivered statement is done so in reference to her beloved Gig'Ems, a stuffed monkey she sleeps with that has gone missing.  It probably helps that it gives her a reason (about the twenty-seventh, I think) to get out of bed and come to my room.  

I sent her back to her room with the suggestion that Gig'Ems is probably buried deep in all the junk on her floor.

The twenty-eighth reason involved a dramatic monologue of the depth of her love for Gig'Ems and further declarations that she will never,never give up on him, and that he was not where I said.

The twenty-ninth time brought an extended period of wailing and crocodile tears, topped off with a dramatic flailing of herself across my lap with "I must find him, I cannot sleep without him!"  

It is becoming very apparent that neither shall I.

I am a little concerned about this flair she has for the dramatic, as I am relatively intolerant of drama queens.  I am pretty sure both God and my mother somehow conspired against me, and they both cannot wait until she is a teenager.  I have my own private Scarlet O'Hara.   Although the screams of Gig'Ems coming from her room reminds me more of Marlon Brando's anguished "Stella!".

I know that all of this is part of a bigger plot.....one more devious in nature.  She fully intends to act her way not to an academy award, but to a place in Mama's bed (she has an audience of one, since daddy is out of town.). That is the true goal of this little woman, and she will not give up until it is done.  And most likely, given that at some point I must sleep or society as a whole will be in danger, she will accomplish her purpose.

But I bet I find Gig'Ems tomorrow, and if I don't wring his neck for being duplicit in her one-act play, maybe I will get to have a drama-free night of rest.  Oh yes, finding him will become MY job, and this woman will not give up until it is done!

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