What a day…and the Ah-hoes story.

It is already more than halfway through Thursday, and here I am wondering where the week has gone. I do get a bit frustrated, because at times I think that if I just push myself a little harder, then I will magically start getting better, but it just ain’t so. Truth to tell, as much as I enjoyed having my mom here, I am still trying to recover from her visit, and that was over 10 days ago.

I walk every day, and one would think that by now I would be able to walk a little further each day. But it hasn’t happened yet, no matter how much I walk and when I get tired, I stumble around more than I would like. I did my laundry yesterday, and like always, by the end I was wishing that it would just do itself. Y’all, I only did 2 loads! This from the woman who could do 32 loads at the laundromat 10 years ago. My, how the mighty have fallen.

Oh, a quick note, the Sylvester cat is missing. He was a stray cat who I had been feeding for a long while; he went missing last week, and I am afraid that he has met his end. I was to the point that I could almost touch him, and he WANTED to be touched so badly, since he saw all of the other cats getting loved, but he just couldn’t get past his ingrained fear. Now I think it is too late.

Now…I suppose I should tell the story about my children and the Ah-hoes, because I think that it why you tuned in, so here goes…

My friend Diane had been babysitting my daughter for me, and this was pre-Erin. Diane was merging into traffic, when someone totally cut her off! Diane muttered a little to herself, but rapidly regained her composure. Megan, my 5 year old daughter was in the passenger seat, and she calmly looked up at Diane and said, “Aunt Diane?”
“Yes Megan?”
“That person was really an asshole, weren’t they?”
Sputter, gulp! “Why yes, Megan, they were. But I got past him and all is fine now. Ummm, where did you hear that?”
“Oh, my mommy says it whenever people are bad.”
“Aahhh.”

Diane later told me about the conversation, and I was equally mortified and amused about it. I promised to watch my mouth a bit more, and on we went. Cut to the time that Erin had made her appearance, and at this time she is 2 years old. Erin had a major speech impediment, necessitating years of therapy, but at this point, she could utter single words to get her point across.

Once again, thanks to San Diego traffic, Diane had been cut off once again. Megan, in the front seat, had learned her lesson, but Erin, in the back seat on her booster chair was SHOUTING “Ah-hoes!!! Ah-hoes!”

Yes, she could get her point across.

And I guess I never learn my lessons.