By the time the clock strikes 6:00 in the evening, the daily grind with children is nearing its end. The day is all downhill from there, right? Not as long as those pretty little blonde haired wonders are still awake.
At 6:00 PM EST on Wednesday, July 2, 2008, Anna opened the backyard gate only to let Brew (our four-legged pal) explore the wild blue yonder. I looked like a not so secret agent in search of a star witness in a high profile case. Oh, I exaggerate. I just ran up and down the street yellin’ like a true Southerner, “Brew! Herrreee Breewwwww!” My children traveled ten feet behind me wiping tears from their eyes. Because, being the good mama that I am, I told them, “Well, we’ve lost Brew now. That’s why you don’t open the gate.”
Or the window, as was the case the last time Brew hoped for a newfound freedom.
So, we recovered Brew and I consoled the children. As soon as I caught my breath, I commenced to making dinner. Little did I know that John Henry would use this time to brush up on his “Dial 911” skills. My phone rings and the lady on the other end from 911 dispatch, or whatever they’re called, informs me that there was a hang up from my number. Hmmmm. I told her it must have been one of my children.
“We still have to send someone out to make sure it’s okay,” she explains.
Sure enough an officer shows up at my door, and John Henry runs up the stairs.
After handing over my license for…..for what? A record check? To log me into the system as a potential criminal mama? The officer realized the only threat to society was us taking up the time of our city’s finest.
There is no doubt that by now, I am on the C.I.A.’s radar. From the T.S.A. personnel at the airport finding these items in John Henry’s pockets….
To Anna setting off the house alarm while I was taking a shower causing ADT to leave messages on my landline, my cell phone, and my husband’s cell phone. ‘Cause I was in the shower!
To the events of yesterday evening. I’m on the radar. I’m sure of it.
It’s times like these that I see a new series airing called “Baby Borrowers”, and I think, where do I sign up? I’m just funnin’. No really, I am. You know after talking about sweet family time with the children in yesterday’s post….Jesus loves you high and low talk, that I would never consider letting anyone borrow my children. Now, I might be open to one of you opening your home to my beautiful blessings. So, if interested, please comment.
Ain’t got but one scripture to tie into this one – “This, too, shall pass.” 1 Corinthians 10:12
Hallelujah, Amen & Selah.