Today was O's field trip to the Maple Syrup Farm. It was freezing. There were trees with tubes attached to them. There was snow. They gave each of us a piece of maple sugar. The end.
That's that.
But, naturally there's more...something else that of course I will share with you, because, people, I like you to think. And, I'm a firm believer in keeping things as serious as possible at all times.
O and I were the last in a long line of kids and their parents. We were taking some really great pictures of the sap buckets, the trees, O, etc, so we were lollygagging a little. Plus, the vocabulary involved with syrup-making is really intense, and there was too much talking being done by all thirty-plus people there, and we couldn't hear the syrup people anyway, so we were hanging back.
As we were walking, An Item fell out of my vest pocket. I am not going to discuss the Item with you, but I will say that as a Responsible Parent I should not have this (these) Item(s), nor should I engage in the use of said Item(s), however, despite my Allegedly Healthy Lifestyle, I do. So now we are moving on.
O's teacher aide said, 'Ummm, I think you dropped something.' O picked The Item up and handed it to me. I thought I was going to be sick. I felt like a naughty, naughty teenager. I wondered what that woman would think of me now that she knows.
So what did I say, you ask? How did I respond to this situation, to the obvious fact that I do something I should really, really not do?
Those are Daddy's.
That is what I said. I am a big fat liar. Well, they were Daddy's, technically, but then he gave them to me. Hours later, I still cannot understand why I blurted that out. Obviously, they were NOT Daddy's. Obviously everything.
I guess it boils down to the fact that I know I shouldn't, but I do anyway. And for a person who is in touch with her conscience, it is embarrassing to be caught a) doing something she oughtent to do, and b) obviously lying about it.
So there you go, a real look into the life of a gal who doesn't actually have it together, and who also isn't very pleased with herself this Monday.
That's that.
But, naturally there's more...something else that of course I will share with you, because, people, I like you to think. And, I'm a firm believer in keeping things as serious as possible at all times.
O and I were the last in a long line of kids and their parents. We were taking some really great pictures of the sap buckets, the trees, O, etc, so we were lollygagging a little. Plus, the vocabulary involved with syrup-making is really intense, and there was too much talking being done by all thirty-plus people there, and we couldn't hear the syrup people anyway, so we were hanging back.
As we were walking, An Item fell out of my vest pocket. I am not going to discuss the Item with you, but I will say that as a Responsible Parent I should not have this (these) Item(s), nor should I engage in the use of said Item(s), however, despite my Allegedly Healthy Lifestyle, I do. So now we are moving on.
O's teacher aide said, 'Ummm, I think you dropped something.' O picked The Item up and handed it to me. I thought I was going to be sick. I felt like a naughty, naughty teenager. I wondered what that woman would think of me now that she knows.
So what did I say, you ask? How did I respond to this situation, to the obvious fact that I do something I should really, really not do?
Those are Daddy's.
That is what I said. I am a big fat liar. Well, they were Daddy's, technically, but then he gave them to me. Hours later, I still cannot understand why I blurted that out. Obviously, they were NOT Daddy's. Obviously everything.
I guess it boils down to the fact that I know I shouldn't, but I do anyway. And for a person who is in touch with her conscience, it is embarrassing to be caught a) doing something she oughtent to do, and b) obviously lying about it.
So there you go, a real look into the life of a gal who doesn't actually have it together, and who also isn't very pleased with herself this Monday.
Not sure it's even relevent but I know you read this blog too...
ReplyDeletehttp://thepioneerwoman.com/2008/03/the_following_images_may_disturb_you.html
Yep. It's not only my conscience getting me, it's outside sources, too.
ReplyDeleteCan I get out from under the bus now?
ReplyDeleteThe Alpha Male
I think the very nature of the post un-puts you from under the bus.
ReplyDeleteBut you gave 'em to me, DealerPants McGee.
I was going to write something insightful, but It's 11pm on st. Patrick's day, and I'm not sober.
ReplyDeleteAlas, brother.
ReplyDeleteSlainte!
That's "Slahn-cha." Not slanty. You, my friend, are slanty right now.
Oh, lol..I'm pretty sure I usually have those items in my purse. Great save though...My son would have totally busted me out "na-uh-uh, those are soooo yours" (okay, he doesn't say sooooo like he's fabulous, but that's what I would have heard).
ReplyDeleteAlso, I'm insanely jealous of all the snow..and the syrup. I think we should definately start swapping maple syrup for mayhaw jelly.