I was reading blogs during my snowbound confinement in my home and ran across this totally funny
blog post. However, I figured why limit my payback to the luxury of my grown children's homes, as they do not limit their lovliness to our home. So to this list, I will add:
1. Go out somewhere with Callie. While we are en route I will yank, pull, stretch, and examine my panties and stockings while complaining profusely that they don't fit right. When we have arrived at the most public place I can find I will begin screaming, I mean SCREAMING, crying, and in general, producing lots of snot and other face liquid until every person within ear-shot is looking at us. I will scream about how I hate my shoes. The very shoes that I made her buy for me after several days of searching, many similar fits, and promises that I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE those shoes!!! I will decide that they do not fit and will refuse to walk another step because it is too painful. Hopefully I will be able to pull this stunt when she is on her way somewhere and doesn't want to be late! I will wake her up each morning declaring that I am STARVING and could she please give me some food before I die!
2. Lucy, oh, precious, Lucy! The moment we get far enough away from the house, or a convenient public restroom I will decide I have to go to the bathroom. EVERY TIME! Sometimes I will have to go so bad that I double over and can't walk or grab myself. Sometimes I will have to go so bad that I will drop my drawers and pee where ever I am at. I will save this for the most public, places, of course. In addition, I will run into her room each morning and proclaim that I have to go the the potty, weally bad! Weally weally bad! If we are walking somewhere, I will stop to examine every bit of wayward poop that I notice. Looking closely and trying to determine if it is horse poop (rarely) or dog poop (usually). I will announce this and continue to talk about the poop and its characteristics for a long time. If I see someone who has something different about them (moles, beards, one leg, you name it...) I will point at them and ask repeated questions loudly. I will stick my tongue out at people who try to talk to me.
3. Noah is harder, because he is not prone to drama, just the occasional bits of surliness and pure boy stupidity. So, when I am with him I will do lots of baseball slides- regardless of the weather, what I am wearing, or the surface condition- concrete, grass, mud, poop, etc. I will waller on the ground as much as humanly possible. When he turns his back I will run up the wrong way on the escalator. If no escalator is available, I will climb something. If I am really feeling wild, I will then drop down on him. When we go to the grocery store, I will beg to push the cart, and promise not to run into people. I will promptly begin running into people and will not stop throughout the entire trip.
I am so excited for this stage of life! My kids better hurry up and have grandkids. Maybe that will distract me from my plans. My mom always says that if she knew how wonderful having grandkids would be she would have skipped the having kids part and gone straight to the grandkids! Well, except me of course. I was and continue to be the highlight of her life!!! (she is out of town without a computer!)