Back to Life, Back to Reality
My sister will be discharged tomorrow. She's fine. A little difficult, like the sun is a little warm, but overall, everything was a huge success and she's fine.
I took off to Maine for a few days with Ben. This was a week we had planned on being up here together, so we're here.
The first night, I could tell he missed me. He kept stealing sips off my coke, and babbling non-stop about different music artists new songs.
None, I can be certain, that I would ever want to hear. Boody, boody, boody. No thanks.
We hung out and watched the teen choice awards. I gotta say, I have not seen such a group of talentless people before in my life. And did anyone see Britney blow off Miley? We discussed that for a long time over our bowl of popcorn.
Ben has mastered the zen of tanning. I must admit, I have been his teacher. After ample gobs of sunscreen, we go sit.
The sun does not move for you, my son, you must move for the sun.
The water is a balmy 66- and I'm serious, that's balmy up here- so we were in often, even though the waves were not the best. Today, while swimming out way over our heads, he told me it wasn't much fun.
But Ben... I would never let your brothers do this!
I know but... it's just so quiet. I miss the noise.
Want me to scream?
No! That would be so awkward!
We trudged back to shore, to our mediation mats- also known as beach towels.
You miss your brothers, don't you?
Yes, he said.
Can I record that?
NO! I don't really miss THEM, I miss... the noise.
Uh huh.
Mom, don't tell them I missed them.
Ok.
Later this afternoon, I was out cutting the grass. We have a patch of grass that is so small, I use an old fashioned rotary blade- no engine. No need. As I got to a thick patch, out came a 50 foot, garden snake with giant fangs.
Really.
I screamed.
Ben came running out. What is it?
Snake.
I know you won't believe me but REALLY this is a shot of it.
After he was done laughing, I said, see? I can be loud.
Not really the same, Mom.
Maybe it's not really the same but I did give it my best shot. Not on purpose mind you, but I was loud.
Finally, life is starting to get back to normal again. I couldn't take much more of the smell of the hospital, let alone the timelessness of being in one. My sister is well cared for and I took a break. Only a few more weeks of summer until the most blessed event of every mother's life: the first day of school.
We'll see who is screaming then!
I took off to Maine for a few days with Ben. This was a week we had planned on being up here together, so we're here.
The first night, I could tell he missed me. He kept stealing sips off my coke, and babbling non-stop about different music artists new songs.
None, I can be certain, that I would ever want to hear. Boody, boody, boody. No thanks.
We hung out and watched the teen choice awards. I gotta say, I have not seen such a group of talentless people before in my life. And did anyone see Britney blow off Miley? We discussed that for a long time over our bowl of popcorn.
Ben has mastered the zen of tanning. I must admit, I have been his teacher. After ample gobs of sunscreen, we go sit.
The sun does not move for you, my son, you must move for the sun.
The water is a balmy 66- and I'm serious, that's balmy up here- so we were in often, even though the waves were not the best. Today, while swimming out way over our heads, he told me it wasn't much fun.
But Ben... I would never let your brothers do this!
I know but... it's just so quiet. I miss the noise.
Want me to scream?
No! That would be so awkward!
We trudged back to shore, to our mediation mats- also known as beach towels.
You miss your brothers, don't you?
Yes, he said.
Can I record that?
NO! I don't really miss THEM, I miss... the noise.
Uh huh.
Mom, don't tell them I missed them.
Ok.
Later this afternoon, I was out cutting the grass. We have a patch of grass that is so small, I use an old fashioned rotary blade- no engine. No need. As I got to a thick patch, out came a 50 foot, garden snake with giant fangs.
Really.
I screamed.
Ben came running out. What is it?
Snake.
I know you won't believe me but REALLY this is a shot of it.
After he was done laughing, I said, see? I can be loud.
Not really the same, Mom.
Maybe it's not really the same but I did give it my best shot. Not on purpose mind you, but I was loud.
Finally, life is starting to get back to normal again. I couldn't take much more of the smell of the hospital, let alone the timelessness of being in one. My sister is well cared for and I took a break. Only a few more weeks of summer until the most blessed event of every mother's life: the first day of school.
We'll see who is screaming then!
posted by Sara at 4:59 PM
9 Comments:
Wow. You better call the local wildlife authorities, 'cause that snake looks an awful lot like this one.
big, I'm tellin' ya. very big.
Uh, when I saw that snake on your front steps a long time ago you thought I was a woos...hmmm...now the truth comes out...and my has he grown in the last 8 years! YIKES!
sorry, I wsa told it is "booty" not "boody"
but the way it sounds ... well... never mind.
that snake story is almost a bad as your fish stories! not buying a bit of it, we don't have snakes that big in maine!
big snake. I'm tellin' ya.
okay you are brave if I saw a snake like that i would have dropped dead on the spot no screaming involved ewwwww.
And you should have seen the one that away, right?
the one that "got" away, that is
(stoopid fingers ...)
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