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!
Shorts!
I exclaimed over his choice of attire and his smarty pants answer?
“Where was MY mom?”
How’s that for good listening skills?
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How come they listen and remember when they can use it against us, but conveniently forget or claim they didn't hear when the tables are turned? Kids these days! Just when you think they're mature enough they prove they're not!
For my ten year old and me, it's, "Did you put on deodorant this morning?" and "Did you brush your teeth?" After all these years, should I really have to ask? The more frustrating part is that the answer is too often, "Um, No." Grrr!
Ha! Ouch! Funny story!
You sound like me. I'm quick to judge, but I'M the mom with the dirty faced sockless children. ~K
PS. I'm not to picky on the fabric. You know me Gayle... suprise me! I'm sure I'll love it. I DO like a traditional style.
lol Well my kids regularly have mismatched socks...or no socks at all.
Oh, Girlfriend I am so with you on the weather thing. Combine the rain with the early darkening days and I'm one unpleasant mommy.
We need some sunshine, but, as I know Washington only too well, I think we're better off shooting for coffee and chocolate.
You up for a Starbucks run? Let your dh do the running, we can stay back at home and wait for delivery. LOL!
My kids look like ragamuffins half the time- jeans with knees blown out, flip flops in 40 degree weather, ratty old t-shirts. I remember when I used to dress them in coordinating cute clothes. The good ole days.
Nice. I always forget to make the kids I babysit where appropriate clothing when we go to an outside practice, but I chalk it up to not being a mom yet. They sure don't seem to do it on their own!
Hey this leads me nicely to my question...Do you want to do another book discussion group with the new Shaunti book? I would love to do that, so just let me know. Here's my email so you don't have to try to find it:
westiecrew6@bellsouth.net
ahhh, the rain! how i miss it---NOT!!! i didn't realize that you are in WA. i lived there all my life, until 5 years ago when my hubbie and i lost our minds and moved to southern idaho where the sun shines continually.
love your blog. gail @ challengesandadventures
LOL- Sometimes I wish my butt was smaller so when things come back to bite me it won't be so bad!
Sadly, that sounds just like my son.
Classic!
Susan
Too funny!
Shari
Yep, sounds like my kids. Altho I suppose it would help if their mother would actually get their winter clothes out and the summer ones put away before the snow flies...
Nothing like realizing that the 9-yr-old holding your hand as you run through the parking lot in 37-degree weather is wearing not the winter coat you got out for her that morning, but an unzipped sweatjacket. While you, by contrast, are all bundled up in your warm woolen coat. And you just KNOW that the people walking by are thinking that you are a horrible selfish mother who buys warm coats for herself while her poor children dress in rags...
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