Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Breaking News

I had just gone into the bathroom when there came a pounding on the door. "MOM!" I hurried out.


"When Timmy plays Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on the piano, Missy starts to close her eyes!"

I followed Jeffrey into the living room and sure enough there was Timmy playing the song very slowly...and there was Missy the cat on the back of the armchair where she always goes to sleep at this time of the day, somewhere in between seeing what the boys were doing and getting the nap she used to have when we were all out of the house at this time.

I decided I would not get annoyed about this. I remember when I was home with my boys in the year after Jeffrey was born, and how impossible it was to ever get enough consecutive uninterrupted minutes to do the things I needed to do. I even remember going to a luncheon back at work around that time, and being asked how I liked it at home. My response was that at least at work I could go to the bathroom whenever I wanted to. That got me a weird look from Budget Bob. But then over the years workloads increased, and cell phones and pagers followed us everywhere, and my statement became less accurate anyways.

So I just smiled at the sleepy cat, knowing that someday in the future my boys will be off living their own lives elsewhere, and the cat will fall asleep without it being a major news event.


Anonymous said...

When Cale was three I had to get out of the shower with shampoo still in my hair because Blues Clues came on and he couldn't find his Handy Dandy Notebook. It's the part of being a Mom called, "dying to self."
Cale's Mom

Anonymous said...

When did Missy learn how to pull the blankie up over herself? Pebbles hasn't mastered that yet.
Take care- Aunt Chris