It's been a challenging two weeks here, what with the spousal unit gone for all but thirty-six hours (or so) of it. And while I have no room or cause to complain, it doesn't give me a free pass from feeling tired or overwhelmed or occasionally sprouting a head of snakes and letting loose a primal scream straight into my pillow. Fortunately, the man is coming home tonight, and I can already feel the pressure lifting.
Late this afternoon, though, I was thick in the funk of things. Lea asked to be lifted onto the kitchen counter, a request I complied with only after sighing with an exasperation even I—martyr of all martyrs—recognized as far too dramatic. So I lifted her up and was about to go on about my business when she said, "Wait. Stay here."
"What is it?"
"Put your nose here," she said, pointing to her own nose. So I did.
"What?"
"I can see that you're tired. Tired of cooking and driving around and stuff."
"Yeah, I am. I'm tired."
"Well, don't worry," she whispered, giving me a hug. "You'll be dead soon."
Talk about a lightbulb-a-ha!-Holy-Mother-of-God moment. I laughed my ass off, I did.
5 comments:
ahahahaha! morbid but true and funny all at the same time. i wish i had kids like yours :)
LOL! because life is really that simple and goes by that quickly! how come they don't print those kinds of tidbits in Reader's Digest?!?
god. your children are freaking hilarious. thanks for the laugh (rather, thank lea). take care of yo'self, la mama.
*blat! explosive laughter*
You are raising the most wise children I have ever read about.
Write this one up and send it in to RD, darlin' This one will sell for sure!
You know, the thing is...relatively speaking, they're really not that hilarious or wise or anything. EVERY SINGLE kid I've ever met is like this. And Bec, I know you have firsthand experience!
Kids—all of 'em—are weird and brilliant; just gotta catch them at the perfect moment...
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