Treasure hunt

I actually uttered these words this morning to Jaxon when it was time to get ready for school. “Hey buddy, you’ve got khakis on the ironing board, a shirt hanging up in the laundry room, socks in the laundry basket at the foot of my bed, your tennis shoes are by the kitchen sink, and your belt is in your pants from yesterday, wherever you left them.” Lynn looked up and said, “Wow, it’s a treasure hunt!”

I felt a split second flash of guilt before I caught myself and quickly redirected it toward my 9-year-old. Hey, it’s not my job to pick up every single thing that kid drops! Is it?? No seriously, I normally put away the laundry but I (in theory) make him pick up after himself. I must admit, sometimes it’s just easier to do it myself than fight the battle of constantly reminding him to pick up his stuff. He is a man anyway, I heard you have to tell men 10 times before they actually hear you.

But the child managed to accumulate all the components making up his school uniform, I managed to give him an apple for his snack, give him a kiss and send him out the door with his father, who mercifully drives him the 30 minutes every morning to school. And I sank back on the couch next to my (gassy) dog and dove into this blog. Aren’t you glad I shared all that with you?

I sincerely hope your morning went smoothly, your children found all their clothes, your dog behaved himself, and your coffee is hot and plentiful. And in the words of the late, great Paul Harvey, “Good Day!”