Warning... this may create some images of me you may not want to experience.
This morning I got up early and decided to sneak out before the troops got up. I needed to get up and drop off some juice to the Atrium for a day of reflection I was blowing off to help my boys clean out their room. I also needed to pick up something real quick from Alltel. As I was rolling out of the driveway, C came running with shoes and hopped in the car. So much for any alone time today.
We delivered the juice and had about an hour to kill before the Alltel store opened so I decided to buy my dad a cup of coffee and a donut and go hang with him before braving the front at home. My dad and I had a nice chat over coffee and donuts but of course, wee ears were around so I couldn't have real adult talk. I mentioned to my dad I started a blog after C mentioned the pizza story to him . He said, " Is it like you don't have a million other things to do with your time?" I replied curtly, "Maybe it's therapeutic."
Three hours later... after a major family argument, helping the boys in the garage sorting their junk, etc. I proclaimed, " I need a little down time and am going to take a bath."
I got the newspaper, a tall glass of water, some fruit with cottage cheese and closed the door to my bedroom and headed for my space... my peace... my relaxation.
Three seconds later... pulling up a chair, K brought the book Are You My Mother? and started to read it to me. I totally ignored her and read the newspaper, never looked up, never glanced her way.
Two minutes later... ( in the back ground.... looking at the tree he asked... Are you my mother?) In walks A, "Mom, can I have some V-8 Infusion?, Mom, mom, mom, mom,.... mom... mom... can I have some V-8 Infusion?. I totally ignore him and finish the comics, never looked up, never glanced his way.
One minute later... ( in the back ground... snarf... snarf.... snort... Are you my mother?..... Mom, mom, can I have some V-8 Infusion?) In walks, C. She sits herself upon the toilet grunting, "A, she won't answer you. Give her some privacy." I totally ignore them and eat my cottage cheese and fruit. C finishes up leaving a present due to no flush and C and A leave. I never looked up, never glanced their way.
One minute later... ( in the back ground... YOU ARE MY MOTHER. I knew you where my mother...) In walks M, "Mom, there is a movie showing tonight at 7:4o can I call my friend and see if we can meet at Streamers, come home, go to church then go to the movie... Mom, Mom, What do you think? M plops herself on the floor and watches me shave my legs. "Is it too much to ask? Mom.... mom..." I totally ignore her, finish my cottage cheese and fruit.
Less than a minute later... ( K walks out. M still stays plopped on the floor. ) N walks in. "Hey Mom, I'm finished when will you be ready to help again? Can we take out the bunk beds this weekend?" I totally ignore him, shave my pits and contemplate doing a monthly breast exam.
I warned you about the images.
One minute later.... ( M on the floor. N in my bed. ) I drain the tub. I put on some clothes and head out the door of my room.
C, "Hey, mom can I use this gel? Will you help me? "
"Sure." I reach over and help her with her hair.
A, "Hey, mom can I have some V-8 Infusion?"
"Sure."
K "Me, too?"
"Sure."
N " Will you help me now? "
"I need to write something first."
Two minutes later.... writing at my computer.... M, "Hey, Mom... I don't know if you heard me but I was wondering... Can I meet K at streamers, have her over for dinner, take her to church then go to a movie?
"Sure."
20 minutes later.... Dad.... this is why I started a blog.
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4 comments:
Now, I know I shouldn't be giggling...but the part where you contemplate doing your monthly exam caused me to laugh - your dry sense of humor amid bathtubs, questions and a parade of visitor to your quiet place is to be commended!! We're going to plan a girl's night out, dear friend...soon....with no one under the age of 40 in attendance!! ; )
VB
Good thing I'm 40.
P.S. I gave my dad a hard copy of this and he was offended. Oh, well... I don't mean to offend anyone but guess what this is my reality. :-)
And this is one of the reasons I do my blog, too. It is definitely therapeutic!!! It saves me from meds, too,I think.
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