Smiling

People have told me for years, "You should write a book. You have so many funny experiences to share." I don't know that I could write a book worth reading, but I continue to have experiences that make me laugh. My hope is that reading one of the posts on this blog will make you smile and help you remember the fun times in your life.

Let me start with a few disclaimers:

1. The stories I write may have a point, but it is NEVER my point to offend or criticize anyone.
2. This blog isn't just about my children and grandchildren. If I know you well and have a funny experience with you or your children, I may write about it...unless you ask me not to...names will be changed randomly.
3. The things I write are just my take on things...I'm often wrong...you don't need to tell me!

And now, here's a sample of what's to come...

My sister had an important trip to take, so I flew to her town to keep her four children for a little over a week. Now, I was a little concerned about how things would go, since it has been many years since I had four kids in the house...not to mention the fact that her almost-tw0-year-old son ran and hid every time he saw me when I came to visit. But you can do anything for a week, right? So off I went.

Can I just say that things have changed since my boys were young? I did my best to keep up. Every time we got in the car the youngest two started begging me to turn on the DVD. All the while the older two are talking to me and to each other. I was intent on making sure everyone was safely buckled in, learning to operate my sister's car and getting the right address to pop up on the GPS...hoping we'd get to where we were going on time. Maybe words can't properly convey that I was a little stressed...

Enough of the explanations. Here's how the conversation went...Mister: "Turn on the DVD." Other Mister: "Onnnnnnn!" Me: "We're not going to turn it on right now. We're only going to the school" Mister: "But I want to watch a movie. (To sister) "Will you turn it on?" Me: "No, we're not going to turn it on. I'm old. I really enjoy peace and quiet sometimes." Mister: "I like peace and noisy!" Me: "The Lord can't speak to us if it's noisy all the time. Sometimes we need to be quiet and listen."

I talk to the girls until we arrive at the school. I drop them off and we're on our way home. 10 minutes have probably passed. Mister has been very quiet, but finally he can take it no longer. He says, "Aunt Martha, I've been quiet for 30 minutes and the Lord hasn't said anything yet!!!"

I know...it's funny. But I ask you, have you ever felt like that?