I just found this wonderful blog event , Scrolling Saturday, that I must participate in. Saturdays tend to be so busy so it's a great time to look back at some of my older posts.
The following took place last summer during the pre-renovation panic phase of our year.
The Time: Saturday morning, post-post- winning soccer game (7-0); post- last-minute waterfight playdate for Liam; pre-swimming date at best friend's house.
The Background : We've just come to the realization that we booked the tile-guy for a job eight weeks from now, and we have not yet chosen a tile. We need almost 900 square feet. Could be an issue. Decide to pack all the stuff needed for the afternoon, and then the kids, to check out a couple of places only open until 4 PM.
The Place: In the minivan, on 16th avenue, en route to tile place.
The Conversation: Me (as I'm checking behind my shoulder for the pink life-saving electronic device housing the Backyardigans DVD; I don't see it) : "Oh, little girl's fallen asleep already, so I guess we don't need it"
DH: "Yeah, yeah, I brought it, it's somewhere, just don't know where I put it"
Me: "Good, if we take too long we're going to need it."
Sound effects: GALLOPING ON THE ROOF AND THEN A THUD.
Me: "What was that?"
DH: "Oh shit, that was the DVD player. I must have put it on the van when I was buckling her in."
L-ster: "Yeah, I saw the flash of pink. It bounced off the road and the car behind us hit it on the side. Cool!"
Me: "Great, the DVD rental is in there."
DH: "We'd better go back to get it, don't want to cause any accidents"
The Next Steps: DH drives around the block, parks, then hops out of the van and runs around the corner to get it.
Meanwhile, back in the van...
Me in frustration (warning, don't do this, as it's not nice to call people names, and kids have great memories): "Your Dad can be such a knob. Why put it on top where you can't see it? All he had to do was buckle your sister in while I had to pack everything and act as beast of burden with 5 bags to load up the van... blah, blah..."
L-ster: "Mom, are you ever going to forgive Dad?"
Me (after a brief pause): "Yeah, I guess I'll have to."
DH gets back in the van. "Were you guys laughing at me running?"
L-ster: "No, but Mom forgives you. Besides, she's put one of my mad science projects up there once."
The Lesson: I keep forgetting my kid's memory - I guess he's taken what's left of his parents' combined.
Wear a helmet if you're walking in my neighbourhood.