Count your blessings, Mommy: She hasn't learned the "Teacher hit me with a ruler" variation. (Yet.)

Okay, here's my most recent bad mommy moment. It's so recent that it's happening as I type this right now.

My daughter, age 7, has been prancing, stomping, and marching all over the house, up couch and down, naked as the day she was born, for the last hour (uncharacteristically for me, no exaggeration, I promise) singing at the top of her amazingly powerful lungs, "My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord, he is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored," ...etc. etc....up to and including the "GLORY, GLORY HALLELUJAH!!!!!!"

Over and over. And OVER. And, well, you get it, over..... A solid hour, with no letting up.

Not only have I not gotten out the video camera to record this auspicious beginning of her (no doubt) long and distinguished performing career, but I actually told her a few minutes ago, "You know, this is really close to not being cute anymore."

Luckily, I don't think she is too damaged, as she simply blinked at me a few times, then turned away with a mighty "GLORY, GLORY HALLELUJAH!!!!!"

What's even worse, last week she got on a roll with a chant that would make John Lennon proud:

"All we are saying, is give peace a chance!"

This went on until my husband actually lost his temper and yelled, "Sometimes peace means SILENCE!!!"

Sigh. We suck at this parenting thing.