Day 4: Revisiting Mother's Old Buick

My morning began at 6:45 am when one of the world’s small alarm clocks was sadly sobbing, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy.” Little did I realize that the boy wonder, who can and does almost anything that his five year old brother does, can not open a closed door if the knob is one of the round kind. And what would ever pry this little alarm clock to an early ringing? A saturated diaper was the culprit this morning. So much for Nana the Nanny sleeping in. Downstairs the little guy enjoyed his cold cup of milk and a cheese stick while Nana put on her make-up. Then while he went off in search of other humans who might be still sleeping, I started bacon. We ended up having a nice breakfast of bacon, eggs, and whatever drink wakes you up. Dad loaded the kids in the Explorer and headed off to dig for dinosaur bones, leaving me with the keys to my mother’s old car and the grocery list. Hmmmmm. I remembered from our trip back from Kansas in May that the ac was out. Little did I realize what else was ailing that vehicle! Dear son-in-law had warned me that I would have to roll down the window on the passenger side and reach my hand out to open the driver’s door from the outside. What he didn’t mention was that the rearview mirror was lying on the floorboard of the front seat. And the window on the driver’s side, well, that window doesn’t go up and down properly. He did say that it needed help, but I wasn’t prepared for the kind of help that it was going to need. LOL!!! As I drove myself and the grocery list to the store, I had visions of what I must look like in my mom’s old tank, with the windows down, car dirty (mostl cars in Colorado are dirty most of the time due to afternoon showers), and hair blowing in the breeze. I started wondering if folks could tell that I was perspiring from my scalp. LOL!!!! I had a totally enjoyable time shopping for pajamas for the boys and groceries. And in a moment of profound inspiration, I picked up a package of pull-ups to see if I could begin potty training our little guy. After all, he is in the last size of diapers made for children. If he doesn’t potty train soon (he’s only 27 months, so he still has a grace period), he’ll be in Depends. As I drove home with a trunk full of groceries, shirts and pajamas for the boys, and diaper apparel, I called our son-in-law to see if he were home. I told him that I pictured myself as a “hot momma,” since there is not ac in the car. I erased that message promptly upon returning home. Day 4 has been a nice change of pace thus far. But naptime is over; life begins to pulse again…