When
I was growing up, my brother and I would do all kinds of stupid kid things; Soon after, mom would come in and ask, "Who did it?"
(Who left the toys out, forgot to close the front door letting all the
animals run amok?) We would both yell out “NOT ME!” She
would roll her eyes, and send us off to corral the wild
animals ....an old barking Miniature Schnauzer, who loved to be scratched behind the ears, and two cats so vicious they
were known to cuddle up to you and fall
asleep.
Last
year when he yelled, “Who forgot to turn off the hallway light? You’re wastin’ resources!” I responded, Not Me!
Must have been Stephi!
The one thing I am learning in this journey, is life isn't for wussies, and I am so thankful I have been given wonderful people in my life. Even though I am obviously prideful, there is one thing I don’t mind denying. ...
Who is walking alone in life's journey? NOT ME!
Yes, I have acknowledged some bad habits, but I don’t want to take away Brad’s reason for living, so I’m sure I will continue to leave lights on, doors open, oven turned on, put ice cream in the fridge…shhhhh, sometimes I do it on purpose.
When
I had my own children, the accusations continued, but from a new source...the man who claimed he loved me! “Who forgot to close
the door?” Not Me!, it must have been one
of the kids. “Who left their bowl in the
sink?” Not Me! It must have been one of the kids. Who left the oven turned on? Not Me! It must have been our 3 year
old. Ooops! Grrr, trick question....Ya caught me!
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| Who forgot to close the dryer so the baby couldn't play in it? NOT ME! |
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| I just LOVE shoes! I can hide toys in them, or steal them. |
The
last several days Brad has been out of town, so it’s just been me, Stealth Kitty
and Yankee. It has been a bit of an
awakening. I came home from work, and
found the closet door open, and the light on, leaving full shoes access to an
ornery cat. Can Stealth Kitty reach the
light switch? Nope. Does he know how to open door knobs? Still No!
The
next morning, I went downstairs to my usual morning spot and found a cereal bowl
with dried cereal crumbs laced around it.
I looked around….no kids, no Brad, Yankee doesn’t eat cereal. Who do I
accuse, to whom do I deny? Grrrr, I have
to admit it, it’s me!
It’s
hard for me to admit to these, and even harder to admit I'm missing my Newmanettes.
Everyone
keeps asking me how I’m doing now that we’re Premature Empty Nesters, and I
keep telling them, "I'm fine, I'm too busy to notice". Am I one of those parents feeling a bit
lost? NOT ME! I
finally sat quietly for a few minutes back to back, and it didn’t take long for me to
miss them like crazy! I texted my sister
of another mother and told her I needed a drink. She immediately called and said, “I don’t
want you to drink alone, so I’m having a drink with you” and we leaned on one
another and our losses for a little while. She is also an
empty nester, and she is very much grieving the recent death of her beloved Professor Hottie, so
she understands how I am very much grieving my Joshie, and the bittersweet joy of watching my girls on their life
adventures! After a little while, I felt much better! |
| My sisters of other mothers |
Who is walking alone in life's journey? NOT ME!
Yes, I have acknowledged some bad habits, but I don’t want to take away Brad’s reason for living, so I’m sure I will continue to leave lights on, doors open, oven turned on, put ice cream in the fridge…shhhhh, sometimes I do it on purpose.
Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by the doubling of our joy and the dividing of our grief. ~ Marcus Tullius Cicero
HUGS,
Sherri
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