I woke up this morning thinking I was going to write a story just like every other Sunday morning. It didn’t happen. Oh, I wanted to write a story, but I have children (and a wife). Sometimes family comes before stories.
I brought out the laptop to start writing. when I heard someone (Elaine) say, “If we are going to Jackson next month, we need to clean out the camping trailer.” The next thing I heard was one of the kids (Girl Twin) say, “I’m not helping, you’ve been telling me I need to clean my room and I’m doing that today. Someone else can clean the trailer”.
Reluctantly, I knew I was going to need to get involved. Why can’t teenagers just see that no one ever died from cleaning a trailer, and parents are smart enough to realize teenagers rarely have the intention of cleaning their rooms
Well the trailer is clean and everyone helped. Even though the trailer was finished, my list was not “Monner, my shower drain is still plugged. You said you were going to fix it.” I did say that, but I didn’t think they were listening. They usually aren’t.
So here I am, it is almost 4:00 PM, my family is watching television and I am still working on my morning chores. I came very close to not being able to write at all.
I type this stuff on Elaine’s laptop. Elaine used her laptop in the store yesterday. When she packed up her computer to bring it home she left the charging cord in the store. Without the cord, I would be unable to tell a story.
At 8:30 last night I drove the 45 miles back to town to pick up the cord. Elaine asked if I wanted someone to ride along. I told her that would be nice, but I really didn’t mean it. What really would have been nice if someone else would have went back to town. No one volunteered for that, so I took the second best offer, and was glad Elaine rode along.
I’m not sure Elaine didn’t have her own motives. Shortly into our trip Elaine informed me, “While we are out, you might as well buy me some ice cream.” I guess that is what love is!
Our Dodgers played two games this past week. We won one and lost one.
The game we lost was filled with turmoil, culminating with the catcher from the opposing team showing his “favorite” finger to our parents. After that display of the catcher’s lack of class, the opposing coach, who happened to be the catcher’s dad, told me he was “proud” of his son.
Well folks, I’ve been proud of my kids, but this takes it to a level I wasn’t prepared for. The world is definitely changing.
Ivy is reminding this is a yarn store blog, so I better say something about yarn. “We have a store full of yarn, and my kids are watching television while I’m writing a yarn store blog.” There I mentioned yarn!
Our crazy lives!