Have you noticed my spelling lately?  it's not that, it's my typing.  Sorry, I don't know why I'm not catching my typos!  It's been really bad all week, can't figure out why!

7:38:41 PM    comment []

In-laws: Now you see them, now you don’t!?

Feel like we just gave the in-laws the bum’s rush.  Met them at the airport with the grandkids in tow; hubby handed them the car keys to his vehicle, loaded their luggage and bid them “hasta pasta”.

Originally, I was to pick them up and bring them back to the house; hubby would meet us here and we’d do dinner.

Somewhere along the way over the last couple of days, father-in-law tells hubby he wants to get up north earlier rather than later.  Hubby takes that to mean give him our extra car ASAP, calls me minutes before the in-laws’ flight arrives with this change in plans.  And they say women are fickle!

Mother-in-law is a little puzzled, can’t figure out why we’re not doing dinner; I’ve not been let in on this so I’m puzzled too.  I want to say, Hey, it’s your son and husband who dreamed up this hand-off – but I don’t.   I’m a little peeved since I just busted my tail sprucing and spiffing for a deadline this afternoon, all for naught.

Hubby and grandkids waved good-bye; hubby came back with us to get another car and returned to the office.  All told, one hour passed from the time I went to the airport and the time I returned.

I get to rip through the house again in 24 hours to welcome my folks; at least I won’t be wondering about the bum’s rush when they arrive since they’ll be staying here.

5:14:20 PM    comment []

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10:06:19 AM    comment []

DharmaSurfing:  Hot Wheels moment

Returning from dropping my daughter at school, I pull in to find the garage floor is sloppy wet, covered with a slick of slush.  My son will have to be lifted out of the car and carried to a dry spot, or his Hot Wheels slippers will get wet and dirty.  Yet one more example of the kind of treatment which he perceives as his due; he’s already demanded breakfast, ordered a beverage, and now to be lifted from the car like some pasha who cannot, must not, be soiled.

I get out and open his door, reach into help him undo the seatbelt he’s entangled with this Transformer toy.  He looks at me as I tug and release the belt, a quirky half-smile on his face.

As I reach in to grab him, he looks into my eyes and asks, What did God send you here to do?

Damn, I think.  Just when you least expect it.

I’m here to take care of you right now, buddy.  Let’s go.

What did God send me here to do? 

I set him in the doorway to the house.  He’s still looking at me intently, wearing that funky little quirky smile (the kind he wears when he’s trying to weasel something out of me).

I don’t know, buddy, that’s for you to figure out.  You were sent here to do something – that’s your dharma -- and you’ll figure it out.

Oh, okay.

He pads and scuffs off in his Hot Wheels to find the rest of his Transformer toy he’d left behind.

Phew, lucky me, no more questions.  How the heck would I know?  I’m not quite certain myself what my own dharma, purpose, is in this life.  How am I going to tell him what his dharma will be?

Maybe I won’t have to; or maybe it’s not my job, not my purpose.  Who knows?

And why isn't there a manual for questions like this one from a five-year-old?

8:45:35 AM    comment []