At this time of my life, I find myself living with just my husband and son, as my confident daughter has gone off to college, taking her assertiveness with her to start her own journey. Meanwhile, my path has taken a turn down a dark, but humorous alley, filled with dirty socks and dishes, empty candy wrappers and not-so-lonely dropped kernels of popcorn, like white bunny poop, all over my red carpet. (The carpet came with the house.)
Hugs make up for finding my headphones under the couch and nothing but baseball and American Ninja on the television. I love my men, even as they burp, fart and assume that because I am a woman, I should both make meals and clean them up. And I do, most of the time. Am I becoming like them? Sitting back in the easy chair with my knitting, half watching the pitcher stall before he throws the next pitch, while I count the stitches in my knitting, am I ready to start the neckline yet? Can I get them to help by occasionally cleaning the shower?
As I sit writing this, the box of halloween costumes, ghosts of both the past and future, has vomited all over the living room. Miniature bunnies nose through the mess, looking cute in wigs. I think I can put up with this mess, after all, it can be put away in just a few days. But the laundry I folded and placed in neat piles on the kitchen table...well that won't be put away unless I do it. They do enjoy seeing their laundry on the table, so easily viewed, the selections more colorful than Thanksgiving dinner entrees. After all, they'd prefer just eating in an easy chair, one eye on the TV, the other on a computer screen. No wonder there is silverware under the chair...
The crazy is too big for me. I might as well just keep on knitting. It is pleasing to my eye. the company is not bad either...
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