If you are a mom, have you ever noticed that once you have had a baby hanging on, it seems you become a human magnet for life? Why is it when (as mothers) we show up everyone wants a piece of us like slices of homemade pie set out to be devoured by the masses?
Brian decided he wanted to come to our house tonight, so with it I get all his homework, the dog, dogfood, and a trip by the school. It seems that Brian has left his health book at school...suddenly the reason he wants to be with me is clear. His father would kill him and say "NO!!", I on the other hand say, "Let's go by the school and see if we can find the janitor".
So with a dog on my lap, a truck full of school stuff and pet crap I am off to Brian's school. Could the dog just give me some breathing room? We locate the janitor and manage to get Brian's health book and proceed home. Suddenly my quiet, by myself single parent night has turned itself upside down.
I now must go to go to the grocery store because nothing is defrosted for dinner. You see, when Brian isn't home I just have a light snack. Again, the dog is crowding over the steering wheel as I turn into the grocery store parking lot, and Brian has a childs agena - grocery store means SHOPPING.
I grab a few things and say no to 4 out of 5 items that Brian pitches and we are in the truck heading home. Brian is chatting nonstop and I nod like I am listening, but really I am doing the parent thing where my mind is a million miles away and I am just saying "Ah huh".
We reach the house, and I park - Brian races for the door leaving everything behind. The dog is in a dead race with him. I grab the grocery bags and head for the door. This is when the cat appears and decides to glue herself to my feet. Now I ask you, how does moving under my feet help me feed the cat faster? I am stepping over the cat and yelling for Brian to get his school crap from the truck, when the dog gets jealous that the cat seems to have all my feet attention and starts blocking my way. Brian races by me to the truck, grabs his books and meets me at the front door.
Now I have a 10 year old boy in front of me, a cat under my feet and a dog at my knees. Can I just scream now? Then my son says, "MOM!! HURRY UP!" Suddenly I realize that I am surrounded by flies in the shape of a boy and his pets and everyone is buzzing about on me. Where did my peaceful night off go??
I reach through Brian and manage to open the door and suddenly my popularity diminishes as both Boy and pets race into the kitchen, leaving me standing in the doorway. It is amazing how quickly they all loose interest in me once dinner is being prepared and food appears.
Come clean up, my son becomes invisible and homework is his sudden top priority. I can see the future in that when it comes time for kitchen clean-up, he will become the man who has something important to fix in the garage. I invision his wife in the kitchen surrounded by animals ...
OIY.
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