The youngest child, known as Pete although that is totally not his name, was helping me with laundry by checking all the pockets of the mountain of jeans that lay before us. Because really? No one wants to be known as the Person Who Has Laundered Four Mobile Phones.
As I took shirt after shirt after god-foresaken shirt out of the dryer and folded them into beautiful rectangular perfection of which a Gap Second Key Holder would be proud, we chatted. He dropped change and guitar picks onto the counter, tossed jeans into the washer, and then, reaching into Big Dude's Wranglers, pulled out a handful of goodies, stared at them and exclaimed in awe,
"Oh my gosh. When I grow up I want to be just like Dad. He is prepared for EVERYTHING."
Ah, yes. Prepared indeed.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Tales from the Laundry Room - Part I.
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Monday, November 22, 2010
I bet Oedipus' mom didn't have this kind of trouble.
Of course, they did not get an elk. But he did end up with a big pile of homework. So I let him ditch another day of school to catch up.
I'm kidding. Relax. It was only a half day.
So he's rushing through a bunch of homework and realizes that the class heard a few lectures he didn't hear and he's got a scads of questions to answer about things he's never heard of, and so he hollers for me to provide him with a laptop so that he can Wikipedia all the info he's behind on.
GMS: MAWM! Can I Wikipedia Antigone? (which he pronounces Aunty-Gone.)
ME: Do you mean Antigone? As in Sophocles' Antigone? Oh my gosh, giant child, that is one of my favorite stories of all times! The three tragedies...seriously - I LOVED them!
GMS: I just have to answer some questions, can I please just Wikipedia it for the plot and characters?
ME: No no no no! It is a short story! We will read it now together and I will share my love of it with you! You will understand this classic and we will bond! Later, when I am an old woman, you will put an afghan on my lap and recount to me how great this day was and read it back to me.
GMS: Please mom, please oh please don't read it to me please...
ME: One minute! It is on my bookcase! I have such love for this book that I have kept it in my bookcase since 1983 when I first discovered how wonderful it was!
I ran upstairs and ran right to it, the familiar bright green cover beckoning to me. Only this time, dear Sophocles, I'm not just going to dust you as I have for the past nearly 30 years...today my friend, you will be read once again by a young mind!
I flew into the kitchen, ready to share the past with the future. Ready to open the eyes and mind of my offspring. Ready to love the story again just as I had as an 11th grader lo those many years ago.
And then, I opened the cover and found this note from 1983 me.
A note to future students who attempt to read this book. DON'T. The Cliff's Note sare only $2.95. And well worth it. Just a little advice! Sincerely, Me.
And then I brought him the laptop and told him to only go to Wikipedia because if he went to Facebook, I'd totally figure it out.
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