Cathy in the Wright

Would You Like Some Cheese With That Whine?

I think there must be an easier job out there for me. Perhaps poking hungry lions with sharp sticks or handling poisonous snakes. I couldn't believe how trying it was to get both boys dressed and outside for a walk today. The Senator and I had a seven minute argument about what color hat he needed to wear.

Senator, it's still deer hunting season. We wear orange hats.

But Mooooooooooooom, I don't waaaaaaaant to wear the orange hat. I want my blue hat.

Wear the orange.

No!

What did you say?

Ummmmm. I don't waaaaaaaaaaant to wear the orange hat.

Repeat for six and a half more minutes. Normally I wouldn't let this type of thing go beyond one minute, but both dogs were howling at top volume because they wanted to go on the walk as well. And The Governor was running all over the house leaving behind a trail of destruction. I was a bit preoccupied.

The VP called during this domestic typhoon and I couldn't hear a word he said. I was pretty surprised to see him arrive home on time. Had it been me, I would have kept on driving and returned home when the boys were both in college.

Usually on Tuesdays I can count on a little break from the whining and crabbing when Hoocher and I make our rounds at the nursing home. Not today. In Mr. F's room, two housekeeping staff members and their supervisor (I'm guessing) were having a snit fit over what all was supposed to be cleaned.

Housekeeping: I sanitized the bed and the dresser.

Supervisor: Did you get this as well? (I couldn't see what 'this' was; they were behind the curtain that separated Mr. F. from his roommate)

Housekeeping: No! You didn't tell us to clean that!

Supervisor: Well what did you think "clean everything" meant?"

Hey! Nevermind Mr. F. and me! We're just over here choking on the smell of disinfectant and can't hear each other talk.

I guess I just had a zero tolerance day for bitching. Last night's soccer was full of grown men yelling at each other and treating a recreational league as though Premier League scouts were watching us and looking to hand out lucrative contracts. Enough already.

Tomorrow simply has to be better.

Posted by Cathy at November 18, 2003 08:20 PM