Sometimes life seems a little strange… (Raquel)
…but then it goes back to being extremely weird.
Theresa’s out taking Moriah to an allergist appointment this morning, so it falls to me to answer all the interesting questions of life that come up. My life sounds a little like this today–
I overhear this:
“Stop talking to me.”
“Okay.”
“I said stop talking to me!”
“I will!”
“I DON’T WANT YOU TO TALK TO ME ANYMORE!”
“I SAID I’LL STOP!”
If this weren’t obviously such a serious problem it would be funny. Thankfully it takes a little very intervention to clear this up, as there was in theory an agreement over the lack of talking. I decide not to go into why they agreed not to talk to each other, since they both seem happy with it. (I go back to scrubbing the cast iron pot.)
“Am I allowed to say ‘oh glory be’?” Um. Huh. As an exclamation? Having never had the slightest inclination to use this particular phrase I’ve never considered whether it was appropriate or not. I decide that it’s borderline at best, and so give it a ‘no, don’t use it’ until higher authorities can be consulted. (I check to make sure I actually started the dishwasher when I finished loading it. Yay! I actually did!)
“Can the baby eat this?” Um, sure, why not. It can’t be too contaminated since it’s been on the table since breakfast, and she was eating then. (I try to remember what I was doing before. Hm…)
“Can you put his head back on?” Sure! I’ll just put that back on… Um. You’re eating granola crumbs off the table… Okay, never mind. I let the baby do it, I guess you can too. (I go back to wiping the table.)
“Can I use your scissors?” Yes, but only if you can find them. And put them back when you’re done! (I go to throw something away and realize that I didn’t put a new bag in the trash can after I took out the old one.)
“How do they make shapes in fireworks?” Er… This one requires a little research. This site clears up all the of the questions I had, and is at least clear enough to the child who originally asked that they lose interest in further explanations. (I go back to writing a blog post while the baby alternates between tangling my yarn, crying because I’m not holding her, and banging on keys on my laptop when I pick her up. This slows my progress somewhat.)
And then it was time for zone work.