Because I Said So

Yesterday I was trying to entertain AC for an hour while also trying to finish some work.  AC interprets my need to finish a task as an invitation to badger me silly about something she just has to have. 

I swear she can smell stress.  She waits patiently, and just as the blood pressure starts to rise, she goes in for the kill.

Her:  “I need a pea coat.  Remember you said I could have a pea coat?   Can we go today and get a pea coat while we’re waiting on G?  Morgan has a pea coat.  I think you can get pea coats at Target for about $5.”  (She thinks everything is at Target and nothing costs more than $5.)  “I want a pink pea coat.  Or a purple one.  Or do you think I should get a black one?”

Me:  “AC, it’s 95 degrees outside.  You’re not going to need a pea coat for at least another two months.”

Her:  “Well, you’re the one that always says ‘Better safe than sorry.’ and ‘Better early than late’ and ‘Better prepared than unprepared.'”

Me: …speechless…awestruck

Her:  “Right now I bet you’re wishing you didn’t say those things to me EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.”

And I do say them to her EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.  I also say “clean your room…no tv until homework is finished…ketchup is not a food group…butter is also not a food group…no corduroy until it’s 60 degrees…yes it’s still tacky to show your stomach in public…and on and on and on…”

And don’t get me started on G.  If I had a penny for every time I have to tell him to put his clothes up, take his shoes off, and use soap when he showers…well, let’s just say I’d be writing this while sitting on a cruise ship somewhere in the Mediterranean.

I never thought they were actually listening to me or paying attention to the things I do for them.

Turns out, maybe they were – as evidenced by the pea coat conversation yesterday and this…

“Where I’m From”  by G.

I am from shoes by the front door,
from old bibles and photo albums.
I am from pictures covering the wall,
and magazines on the coffee table.
I am from tall oak trees,
and my dogs who seem to bark at everything.
I am from chocolate chip cookies,
their scent lingering down the halls.

I am from, “Love your neighbor,”
and going to Sunday School.
I am from blackberry picking in July,
getting pricked by thorns and chewed on by mosquitoes.
I am from endless afternoons at the pool,
cold afternoons at the pumpkin patch,
and even colder ones at the Christmas tree farm.
I am from all-nighters at home,                               
and being grumpy the next morning.                          
I am from Christmas dinners with my family,
the people who make me who I am.

It’s a poem G wrote in English last year.  I found it when I was looking through his English folder.  Huh.  Who knew they were paying attention all this time?

(Note:  As much as I wish I could tell you we party like rock stars as a family, we do not have “all-nighters”- he has insmonia occasionally, and having inherited my hypochondria, he doesn’t let any of us forget it.)

See y’all!

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1 Comment on Because I Said So

  1. Leslie Ruth Petree
    September 15, 2010 at 9:34 am (7 years ago)

    1.) I’m with AG on this one- butter is most certainly a food group.

    2.) I think G’s poem needs to be printed in some gorgeous and manly way and framed. That is just lovely.

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