So, the
blogging on a regular basis—yeah, well, hmmm. I know, I know; bad Sarah.
Does it help
if I told you that I’ve been sick with a cold that just won’t quit? During
midterms? And there has just been ALL of this grading? And the temperatures
outside are so unseasonably warm that you can’t help but go outside? And I’m
trying to see as much of Jesse as possible before she leaves me?
(This is
where you should imagine me emitting the loudest, most disconcerting wail of
grief one can conjure.)
Well, even
if it doesn’t help you, it helps me. It makes me feel better. Just like fresh
air and open windows and sunshine make me feel better. Another thing that makes
me feel better? The fact that every time I type the word “as,” my computer
autocorrects it to “ass.” That gives you some insight into my sense of humor,
doesn’t it? I have the gutter mind of a twelve year old boy.
I’m all
about feeling better right now. There’s been too much bickering and drama and
everything else that is emotionally draining. I am tired of fighting with life
right now—even though I feel as if we are making progress (again, not my story
to tell, at this point, so I keep my mouth zipped up tight, in deference to the
second son’s wishes). So, I am taking the advice I and so many others have
given through our blogs and personal lives: enjoy the small moments. Forget the
other stuff for a while, and just enjoy, and laugh.
Normally
this is where I would redirect to the original point of my blog post, but I don’t
really have a point to which to direct you this evening. This is likely the most
pointless blog post you are likely to read this week. Or month. Or, perhaps,
ever.
But I do
have a funny story! I suppose that is my point, in a roundabout way—a small
moment, a story, a piece of life to share with others to make them forget for a
moment and laugh right along with you…
This
morning, I woke up during the second alarm (yes, we have multiple alarms—never underestimate
my ability to sleep through alarms). I stretched, lazily rolled over, and
opened my eyes. That’s when I saw it- the spider sleeping beside me in bed. It
was the size of a baby tarantula—it’s diameter was probably about the length of
my thumb.
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| Yeah, about that big. Sleeping right next to me. Scary bastard! |
Naturally I
screamed bloody murder until J ran out of the bathroom. I screamed at him to
kill it. When he tried to do so, I scrambled out of bed, and then screamed at
him to not kill it in the bed. I made him scoot that damn spider around the
bedroom until he found a place where I thought it would be appropriate for the
monstrous spider to meets its doom.
And he did
it, without complaining. This is how you know that your marriage is working,
folks. That, and if he makes you coffee before he leaves for work. After he
kills the spider and washes his hands, of course.
I think I
may have just given my first piece of published marriage advice. I surely have
missed my calling.
What small
moment has made you forget about your troubles and laugh this week?
A sign of a healthy marriage indeed! In our house, dealing with vermin breaks down along gender lines: I deal with bugs and my husband deals with mice. Of course we don't have mice in our current abode so he's got a good deal these days.
ReplyDeleteThis week's moment of levity? In the midst of my giving my 2yo a talking to about listening, he looked at me with his hands on his hips and said, "I will listen indeed!"
The "indeed" just killed me.
That is fantastic! I remember when K was about that age, and he had the rare opportunity to "chastise" me. "Momma, that is just unacceptable!" Made me think of how many times he may have heard that...
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