This made me laugh yesterday:
Let me read it for you, “Why Fix Dinner… if it isn’t broken?” The kid sitting shotgun sighed, “My point exactly!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. He’s a funny one. But he wasn’t so funny last night around midnight when he stood over me, flashlight blaring in my sleepin’ face.
“There’s a roach downstairs.”
“Huh?..Wha…” I fight to wake up. Is this a dream? Where am I? Is it morning? Is this kid seriously shining a flashlight in my eyes in the middle of the night?! “What in the world are you talking about?… and what are you doing up?!”
“Well, what am I supposed to do?! … I saw one…. Not sure what to do here.”
Many responses came to mind. The first being… go back to bed! And, you can’t be waking me up for this! …”Kill it!” came out of my mouth. I wanted to add “Be a man!” and I kept to myself, “My word, how are you ever going to make it on your own if you’re waking your mother up in the middle of the night because you’re scared of a bug?!”
Ahh… the joys of parenting. Wondering if we’re making any headway over here. So, I did what every good mother should do. I woke up the person next to me, “Honey… Jon… Sweetheart… There’s a roach downstairs.”
Thank goodness we’re not in this alone. If you’re in need of a good laugh, Tim Hawkins always provides:
Thanks for walking the road with me.