Archive for December, 2009
Looking back I’m pretty pleased with this past year of knitting. I still have a few UFOs to finish and several new and exciting knits planned starting in January, 2010 so stay posted. Oh yeah – and I promise to try and blog better too!
Ok this title is a little out of character for me but oh why not? Last night I walked in the back door so glad to be home from a long day of work. I had eaten at a local Italian place for lunch and had Spaghetti & Meatballs for everyone. Christmas performances and band concerts are behind me now. It was going to be an evening of pure leisure. Nothing but R&R from here on out.
One step into the hallway changed everything. My teenage son stood there with a wild-eyed look with every towel in the house trying to soak up the carpet. Now I knew that the toilet had overflowed and since he pretty much has exclusive rights to the hallway bathroom I really don’t know why I even bothered to ask but more important to this story is his answer. “I don’t know . . . . I just found it this way”. Yeah right. I’ve finally reached a point where I can say “do you think I’m stupid? I wasn’t born yesterday you know!” (OMG I’ve turned into my own mother) But seriously – how dumb do they think we are? He finally fessed up that he might have a clue as to what went down this morning on the way to school but as for last night he stood firm to his story.
Now not to be sexist here or anything but my daughter and I don’t have that problem so why is it that my son manages to cause this on a somewhat regular basis? Do I really want to know the answer to that? My poor carpet can’t take much more of this. Do I “ration” his squares of paper? Do I demand that he do his dirty business at school (snicker snicker – no honestly – that’s just mean). OK for real people I need a fix for this situation. Anybody have any suggestions???
Oh and by the time I got over the shock and helped him put the last of the towels in the washer (we’ll be steam cleaning the snot out of it over the next several days) my precious border collie rounds the corner with an orange snout. Spaghetti? What spaghetti?