SLOG:transitive verb:
1: to hit hard : BEAT
2: to plod (one's way) perseveringly especially against difficulty
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Tip #5 - Turn off the TV
So at 10:30pm last night after all the kiddo's are in bed my 3yr old appears in my bedroom. We visit for a while (no actually I'm on the phone with Darling Husband who is away camping with our oldest and I attempt to ignore the child while talking to his father). While transporting the child back to his room, "Carry me like a baby", I notice with a pang of DREAD and FEAR that the front door is open. I stand there stupidly wondering why we don't have a gun and try to listen (over the obnoxious singing of my child) for the obvious intruder. Little boy says to me, "Charlotte went outside". Charlotte is 5. I completely ignore him. I finally get my wits about me and decided to check on the kids first and then check on the thief who is definitely robbing us blind downstairs. I went to the boys room - sleeping soundly, not realizing that their mother is sacrificing herself to the wolves. Baby says again, "Charlotte went outside." I ask him to be quiet, I don't need the thug to know where I am. I head toward Charlotte's room that she and the baby share. He says again, "Charlotte went outside." I begin to walk faster as I begin to take this sage-like child seriously. I am again filled with DREAD and FEAR as I open their room and Charlotte is NOT in bed. I sail down the stairs, intruder be darned, and run out the front down. I begin yelling for Charlotte knowing full well she will not answer, praying she will make an exception in this case. No answer. I am cursing myself for not breaking her of this habit of ignoring me before now. I fly to the back door, just in case, and fairly scream for her in the back yard. Predictably no answer. I eye the phone and wonder if a policeman will have better results. I decided to try the front again when Charlotte comes in the front door. She is completely dressed - shoes, jacket and all - something I can't get her to do on the best of days. Deciding not to go completely ape on her I shakily ask her what the HECK she was doing outside. "I was sitting in the bush being a ninja." I stand there overwhelmed by the adrenaline coursing through my veins, shaking uncontrollably, and completely stupefied by her answer. I chain the front door, put her back in bed and stay awake for the next 3 hours thanking the Lord for her safety and trying to decide where I've gone wrong.
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So in fact, you weren't being robbed you were being protected. I wish I had a ninja in my bushes sometimes. Maybe give her a sharp weapon so she can really do the thief some damage next time. (that's what a real slogger would do)
ReplyDeletep.s. on a side note-Good sloggers post something every day or maybe two- please keep it up it MAKES my day to read about some of my favorite littles. I better run it's 9:30pm and my kids are swimming naked in the pool (well just Fr.. is naked) with their clother father.
Outright prolonged laughter.....for several minutes. I can't wait for the book. Erma Bombeck has nothing on you.
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