My bathroom was hot and steamy and I stepped into the shower. Peace, peace at last, and I couldnt get over how relaxed I was starting to feel. When just before I put my head under water, I heard my child beckoning me through the bathroom door. “Mom, where is the lunch meat?” I had to giggle to myself, I think I even muttered – seriously – under my breath. “Umm, in the fridge.” That is when, ready for this, the 15 year old stated “No, its not, I cant find it.” I insisted it was in there and he quickly disappeared with a sigh.
For the rest of my shower, I didnt much relax, instead I pondered about how well I was doing as a mother. Fifteeen….fifteen years and he still cant find the lunch meat? How will he ever survive? Oh wait, I have a guess….HONEY, where is the lunch meat? Just one simple word change and he will survive. Phew.
How about you – can you find the lunch meat?
I promise I didnt touch a thing.
This is going on the list…the t-minus three years and counting list. The list of all the lessons I still have to teach! I cant do this to his wife…I must teach him to find things on his own. I must.
Hugs and hope you are having a great day!
SN
