Checking In... and My Newest Mom
Yes, I know, it's been a while... Things are a little busy on this end. Some of you know why already (and please, keep it to yourselves for now), others will know soon enough. And NO, there is no fourth Diva in the works, so don't worry 'bout that...
But I do have a quick story to tell, if you will indulge me for just a moment. You see, I collect mothers. I mean, I have only one mother/mommy/mama/Senorita Mamacita, and I still need to write a blog just about her (just not on a day when I only have 10 minutes left of my lunch hour). But from Day One I had an extra mother in the form of my Big Sisser, and I've picked up extras along the way - usually by borrowing those that belong to friends, though my Daddy was kind enough to contribute one as well.
Anywho. My newest mom actually belongs to Keira, and she is a real blast. In fact, I think she and my Mamacita would get along quite well; they're both strong and capable women with a great sense of humor, a wicked streak, and a lot of love. They are also, as it turns out, both women who find themselves in odd positions - literally - every so often. Last week, I went over to Newest Mom's for the night. When I pulled up, she was outside bringing the trash to the curb, and told me to just go in the back door. Now, I had only been there twice before at this point, so when I tried the door I thought she was talking about and found it locked, I thought maybe there was another door I didn't know about. So I asked. And watched the look on her face.
Oops.
Newest Dad, you see, was out of town for the night, and Newest Mom was a little concerned about security. So, without thinking, she had turned the lock on the back door right before closing it behind her. Of course, she didn't have her keys with her. Of course, the front door was locked. Of course, the garage is detached. Luckily, the garage also had some tools in it, though there was a bit of a scramble just to find those. And then, Newest Mom (let's just shorten it to NM...) had to pry the screen off the window and lift the windowpane... which, in turn, could only be lifted so high because of some sort of stopper... NM had to crawl through the window, directly into the space under the kitchen table, in order to go inside and unlock the door. Thank goodness the alarm had not been set, because there's NO way she could have crawled inside and gotten to the panel in time...
And the whole time, I couldn't help but think how much I miss my own Mamacita (though I get to see her VERY SOON!!!!), and how much Keira must be missing hers right now. Never fear, K... I will take good care of yours for as long as I'm able. And thanks, many times over, for sharing with me.
But I do have a quick story to tell, if you will indulge me for just a moment. You see, I collect mothers. I mean, I have only one mother/mommy/mama/Senorita Mamacita, and I still need to write a blog just about her (just not on a day when I only have 10 minutes left of my lunch hour). But from Day One I had an extra mother in the form of my Big Sisser, and I've picked up extras along the way - usually by borrowing those that belong to friends, though my Daddy was kind enough to contribute one as well.
Anywho. My newest mom actually belongs to Keira, and she is a real blast. In fact, I think she and my Mamacita would get along quite well; they're both strong and capable women with a great sense of humor, a wicked streak, and a lot of love. They are also, as it turns out, both women who find themselves in odd positions - literally - every so often. Last week, I went over to Newest Mom's for the night. When I pulled up, she was outside bringing the trash to the curb, and told me to just go in the back door. Now, I had only been there twice before at this point, so when I tried the door I thought she was talking about and found it locked, I thought maybe there was another door I didn't know about. So I asked. And watched the look on her face.
Oops.
Newest Dad, you see, was out of town for the night, and Newest Mom was a little concerned about security. So, without thinking, she had turned the lock on the back door right before closing it behind her. Of course, she didn't have her keys with her. Of course, the front door was locked. Of course, the garage is detached. Luckily, the garage also had some tools in it, though there was a bit of a scramble just to find those. And then, Newest Mom (let's just shorten it to NM...) had to pry the screen off the window and lift the windowpane... which, in turn, could only be lifted so high because of some sort of stopper... NM had to crawl through the window, directly into the space under the kitchen table, in order to go inside and unlock the door. Thank goodness the alarm had not been set, because there's NO way she could have crawled inside and gotten to the panel in time...
And the whole time, I couldn't help but think how much I miss my own Mamacita (though I get to see her VERY SOON!!!!), and how much Keira must be missing hers right now. Never fear, K... I will take good care of yours for as long as I'm able. And thanks, many times over, for sharing with me.
posted by SaraSmile | 10:22 AM
1 Comments:
My mom is your Mom, as long as you need her. And uhm, if she asks you if you want to build a float for the rodeo parade.... just say no thank you and move away slowly.
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