And One More Thing (Okay, Two)
I remembered this afternoon of a few things that scared me when I was a child.
I was afraid that if I used too much toilet paper, the toilet would overflow. I used four squares, no more, until I was no longer a scared child. In fact, I think I was married before I started using generous amounts of toilet paper.
I was afraid that I would slide between the outdoor stairs--you know the kind of stairs without backs on them? I was terrified of going up those kind of stairs. I knew I would fall straight through.
I was afraid to speak in Sunday School class because I never spoke on Sunday mornings before class started. I was afraid my voice would be all scratchy and choked.
I was afraid people were talking about me behind my back. I was afraid of being left out and of being different.
I was afraid that when I stepped into a boat--rowboat, yacht, motorboat--it would sink.
I was afraid that the center of the golf ball my brother had dissected would explode and kill us all.
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Just a while ago, I was sitting here in the family room, perusing blogs, when I realized that the television was blaring. I walked over, turned off Cartoon Network and resumed my reading.
A few moments later, YoungestBoy slid open the patio door, came in, looked around, turned on the television and went back outside.
He closed the door before I could say, "HEY! TURN THAT OFF!"
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My husband is gone overnight to officiate a wedding in Portland. I feel a little adrift, alone again. The skies have turned blue and I think I'll take the kids to the pool tonight. It's supposed to rain again next week and then the pool will be closed. I don't want to don my swimsuit, but I will have to because Babygirl will insist on swimming with her beloved rubber ducky floating ring. She even sleeps with "ducky" now.
I am mourning the end of summer and the passing of time.
And now, Babygirl is screaming, "MOM! MOM!" from her crib. So, the second half of this day begins.
I was afraid that if I used too much toilet paper, the toilet would overflow. I used four squares, no more, until I was no longer a scared child. In fact, I think I was married before I started using generous amounts of toilet paper.
I was afraid that I would slide between the outdoor stairs--you know the kind of stairs without backs on them? I was terrified of going up those kind of stairs. I knew I would fall straight through.
I was afraid to speak in Sunday School class because I never spoke on Sunday mornings before class started. I was afraid my voice would be all scratchy and choked.
I was afraid people were talking about me behind my back. I was afraid of being left out and of being different.
I was afraid that when I stepped into a boat--rowboat, yacht, motorboat--it would sink.
I was afraid that the center of the golf ball my brother had dissected would explode and kill us all.
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Just a while ago, I was sitting here in the family room, perusing blogs, when I realized that the television was blaring. I walked over, turned off Cartoon Network and resumed my reading.
A few moments later, YoungestBoy slid open the patio door, came in, looked around, turned on the television and went back outside.
He closed the door before I could say, "HEY! TURN THAT OFF!"
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My husband is gone overnight to officiate a wedding in Portland. I feel a little adrift, alone again. The skies have turned blue and I think I'll take the kids to the pool tonight. It's supposed to rain again next week and then the pool will be closed. I don't want to don my swimsuit, but I will have to because Babygirl will insist on swimming with her beloved rubber ducky floating ring. She even sleeps with "ducky" now.
I am mourning the end of summer and the passing of time.
And now, Babygirl is screaming, "MOM! MOM!" from her crib. So, the second half of this day begins.
posted by Melodee at Friday, August 27, 2004
1 Comments:
"I am mourning the end of summer and the passing of time."
I so know what you mean.
Because I am too.
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