I go back and forth with this because over the last several years, I’ve had two blogs and gone long stretches of time without blogging. I’ve also joined in different fads of blogging to “make” myself blog more, but the truth is while I LOVE to write, I haven’t been all that interested in blogging. Maybe because I feel like my life isn’t really interesting enough to blog about. I don’t travel much, I don’t work outside the home and except for my many hobbies, I’m pretty much a homebody. Sounds a little ho hum…though if I write down, or in this case, blog my observations about my life and the lives of those around me, it really isn’t as ho hum as I initially believed.
For instance, my children are the most interesting people I know. Rachel who’s an 8 year old 3rd grader, comes out with some of the best stuff. She was watching me make dinner one day and had apparently seen a commercial for the show “Worst Cook in America”. Now, I don’t even know if that show is still on or not, but she had seen a commercial for it at one point nonetheless and the wheels in her brain were turning. She walked over to the stove where I was stirring a pot of something and said, “Mommy, when I’m much older, like 9 or 10, can you teach me how to cook?”
Trepidatiously I answered, “Sure!” I looked at her and smiled.
Her face beamed as she stated, “Then I’ll be the worst cook in America too!”
And, then of course, there was the time we were riding around in the car out in the country and we saw a small dog by the side of the road. Rachel was convinced she’d seen a fox and was trying hard to convince her brother that what she saw was not a dog but a fox! He was unconvinced but being a smart little guy of 7 years old, he replied with a professorial type of statement, “Did you know that foxes are good at dry humping?”
It was as if time froze for a brief second. In that brief instance my husband and I had managed to engage in two behaviors that could have ended tragically but luckily were only minor inconveniences. My husband had been looking in the rear view mirror watching his children with amusement and pride, amusement at Rachel’s insistence about seeing a fox and pride because Benjamin was trying to keep the peace and also “teach” his sister about foxes, at least until he heard the question Benjamin asked. At the moment he heard Benjamin’s question, his eyes nearly popped out of his head, the car swerved sharply twice, once because he was startled at the question and the second time it was to over correct the first time and he loudly inquired, “WHAT?”
My reaction was to gasp which wouldn’t have been that detrimental except that I had been drinking tea through a straw. What ensued was the worst choking experience I can remember ever having and what with the swerving of the car, I nearly hit my head on the dashboard and the window. I remember looking at my husband who was beet-red, eyes bulging and then looking back at my sweet son who had a wrinkled forehead and a puzzled look on his face, at least I think it was a puzzled look. I could barely see through the tears flooding my eyes and coursing down my face along with the coughing and spitting and nose-running.
After all of that which probably only lasted seconds, my son stated, “I think I meant to say that foxes are good at high jumping. Yeah, they are…did you know that, Mom?” Benjamin chuckled at me. Weakly I shook my head, unable to speak.
“Oh, are they?” my husband’s voice cracked. He had righted the car and the flush was fading from his face. He looked over at me and smiled slightly as if to say, “Whew!”.
So you see, my life isn’t all THAT boring but only because I have AMAZING children! :)
