Well hello again--it's been a while. I think about writing often;
however, life has been a little crazy around here. Both of my parents
have ended up critically ill within days of each other, so my siblings
and I are taking care of them as well as our own families. This whole
"sandwich generation" crap is ridiculous! ANYHOW....I've had a few
stories that I've wanted to write about but haven't had the time/energy
to get it out. Well. The other night kicked me in the butt with a
story that I just HAD to write about.
I went over to a
friend's house for wine, snacks and a visit. I left about 8:15 (PM--I
at least wait until the evening-ish to enjoy a nice glass of wine), and
asked my daughter and her friend to put The Little Monster to bed at
8:30 for me. 15 minutes. No problems. Right.
8:42pm--phone
call from daughter. I hear some sort of noise in the background, and I
can't tell if it's crying or laughing. I'm worried.
Daughter: "Mom. I have two things to tell you."
Me: "What's wrong?"
Daughter: "Well, there are two things. First of all J*** (friend) and I put on a pomegranate face mask and it burns--"
Me
(interrupting and possibly agitated): "Well wash it off." (I was going
to add "stupid" to the end of the sentence, but caught myself as I
remembered that 13/14 year-olds lack common sense, so it was
unreasonable for me to expect her to problem solve something this
difficult). "What else? What's wrong?"
Daughter: "Well, I put
Aaron to bed like you told me to, and he didn't want to go. He went to
his room whining. He kept whining and then about 20 minutes later he
was banging on his door. I put him back to bed and he was mad. All of a
sudden Cameron (brother) came running upstairs asking us if we knew
what Aaron was doing. Cameron was walking toward the house and saw
Aaron push the screen out of his window, and was throwing his toys out
of the window (which happens to be on the second story)."
At this point two things are going through my head: 1. That's
hilarious! I totally wish I could have seen it. I can only imagine
what was going through his head. 2. Holy Crap! What if he jumps out
the window???
Me: Call your father (who happens to be 30 seconds away) and then call me back.
The remainder of the evening I exchanged phone calls and texts with both of my children so I could stay on top of the situation. Husband came home and was able to put Aaron
to bed without incident. I'll admit I didn't sleep as well that night
because I was worried that he would jump out the window to escape in
protest--he didn't. Whew!
