We woke up this morning with extra time. Not because of the extra hour of sleep. But, because despite the fact that I was counting the days until we got to "Fall" back, we FORGOT!
So at 7 am when the alarm sounded for church, it was 6 am. BUMMER!! This did however create a calmness about getting ready for church.
It was, however, the calm before the storm. While curling my hair, I hear a ruckus coming from the general direction of Hunter's room.
In the next moment Paul's reflection is staring back at me trying desperately to avoid hysterical laughter. I realize curiosity killed the cat, but I didn't care.
"What is so funny?"
In his best Hunter imitation, he stomps his foot and furiously blurts out, "SEE! THAT'S WHY I HATE CLEANING!"
Knowing my son's personality intimately (given that he is a mini me), I responded with, "What can't he find?"
"His script for the musical." was the reply.
Knowing that in fact the script was NOT missing
but hidden in plain sight
by none other than me
after asking for several days that it be put away
it remained on the island in the kitchen, I marched myself to his room for a "discussion."
"Son, Daddy said you can't find your script because you cleaned."
"Yeah, see I'm sick of cleaning. I CAN NEVER FIND ANYTHING AFTER I CLEAN." (Clearly a conversation for another day and time.)
"Well, actually buddy, your script is in the kitchen by the espresso machine because you didn't put it away when I asked you."
"Let me guess, you were teaching me a lesson."
Oh no you didn't!!! Suffice it to say...the storm had arrived.
Protected: Everybody’s daughter and her loss.
1 month ago