Yep, it’s raining in Washington. Not a big shocker if you live in these here parts but I still don’t like it. Along with the rain comes some bone numbing cold. A warm day is usually in the 40’s.
But don’t worry; I’m not going to bore you with the weather. As always I have a much deeper, more earth shattering post in mind.
And this time it has nothing to do with excrement.
We quickly exited the house today for a trip to the library. I made sure the younger ones were dressed appropriately; long pants, socks with their shoes….underwear. But since my older two are 11 and 12, the need to check their attire has come and gone, or so I thought.
As we drove by the local college we saw several kids walking around in the wind and the rain without umbrellas, without coats, short sleeves, shivering and hunkered down against the elements as they pushed through to their next class and my comment was, “Where is there Mom?” The thought behind that is proof that I am no longer on the young side of the generational gap, since it was a total woman-who-has-lactated moment in which I wondered if their mother forgot to make sure they left the house with a coat.
But upon our exit from the library I had, yet again, another chance to eat my words.
We ran over mud puddles, winding through the parking lot, heaved our loads of books and movies into our car, and turned the heater up to 80. We all laughed at our dripping hair and wet jeans until my oldest chimed in with his rainy complaints and I looked down to see that the darn tweener was wearing shorts!
I exclaimed over his choice of attire and his smarty pants answer?
“Where was MY mom?”
How’s that for good listening skills?